Hi! Welcome to my second-ever fic. This is a Vader/Padmé fic, obviously. While the summary gives the best, well, summary, there is a bit more background info you might want to know, starting with the fact that this fic is very AU. Padmé was never the queen of Naboo or a senator, just the child of two wealthy people on Naboo. Most other things that require explanation or reasons will be explained during the course of the story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars.
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Five weeks ago, Padmé Naberrie's life was perfectly ordinary. She was preparing to be married to Palo, the young man her parents had arranged for her to wed. She spent most of her time with her family and close friends, planning and prepping. The most important things on her mind were which wedding dress to choose and whether or not she could learn to love this man.
Five days ago, Padmé Naberrie's life was shaken to the core. Her father received a note, straight from the Emperor himself. His daughter, only twenty-three years old, was requested on Imperial Center. She was to be married to Darth Vader, dark lord of the Sith, cold-blooded killer. Padmé felt numb.
Five hours ago, Padmé Naberrie's life was flashing before her eyes. After arriving on Imperial Center, she had been escorted to the Emperor's private sitting room. He gave her a twisted speech, something to do with children and performing experiments. Padmé, still numb, was escorted to a bedchamber.
Five minutes ago, Padmé Naberrie's life was made momentarily better; she was told she wouldn't meet her future husband until the next morning. She slowly drifted off into a dreamless slumber.
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Please review! Future chapters will be much longer; this is just a prologue of sorts. I am also kind of looking for a beta reader, so if anyone would be willing, please PM me. Thanks!