Summary: A family is found in the forests of Bakura, the last remnants of a race long felt extinct thanks to the Mandalorian wars, but with there new discovery their fate is only one: to die. But when the passionate daughter gives herself up as a concubine to the newly appointed king regent to the planet, her family is promised to be kept safe. Now her position and her beauty will carry her through the galaxy as she fights to protect everyone she holds dear and keep another war from tearing the galaxy apart.

Authors Note: This is the first story I have posted in quite some time and I hope that it does not suffer the same fate of abadonement as my other stories did. But whether that happens soley depends on you, the reader, and on the amount of school work I have. I'm very busy and trust me, working two jobs and over 12 hours of work a day, and then going to school durring the fall, makes life rather hard to find time to write. The story came to me out of the blue and it has a lot of past. I might do a prequel but no promises. I hope you guys like it. Please understand that it will move slowly I don't want to jump right into things. But once it does get into things I promise it will be heated. The rating will be Mature for some of the themes and later on we might have lemon. ;)

Constructive criticism is welcome but no flaming of any kind. I'm working hard on this and I don't appreciate people telling me they don't like it. If you don't like it don't read it. I hope that everyone will enjoy it, though. The story starts just at the begining of Phantom Menace and I hope to carry it all the way through till possibly even Return of the Jedi. I'm not quite sure but it will either be an Obi-Wan/OC fan fic. Or I will pair her with another OC character. We'll see where the story carries me and once I bring Obi-Wan and the jedi into it, how you feel about there chemistry or lack of chemistry. You and my mood depend on everything. Siri will be present in this fic but so all of you know I've never been fond of Jude Watson's writings because they clash with many of the original star wars, so she won't have anything beyond a loving friendship with Obi-Wan.

Now that I have this story all set I won't be leaving a lot of these AN's inless I feel the need. Enjoy the story.

Disclaimer:... it isn't mine enough said.

Introduction

Sometimes things don't always turn out the way you want them to. Lemons don't always make the best lemonade; you could say the same for jawa juice. Sometimes the crystal you find doesn't exactly cut the job and it looks like costume jewelry you bought from a Bazaar on cheap side. And other times you're forced into a marriage with a man you don't quite know nor like. I suppose everyone has their moments when things don't quite work out. The equation doesn't quite fit the answer, or the dress you bought for the Opera doesn't fit the way you remembered it did yesterday. So many things that don't turn out the way you want them too. But could you say that things didn't turn out the way you planned still, once your done with my story, could you still convince yourself that things don't always turned out how you want them too?

In my world, being who you are, acting as yourself, is as respected as peeing in public. And for a concubine, it's never even thought on. Your stature is simple, to look as beautiful as the moons of Yavin, to hold yourself at an unattainable reach. You are something that is always wanted but never had, save by your employer. For some concubines it's a life of privilege, you are as respected and honored as any queen or king. Even the Jedi respect you as someone of royalty. You pleasure and you entertain, you live a life that is as forbidden as love is in these days.

Love, a word foreign to the ears of so many that it has become legend, myth. It has become the ideal that younglings dream about as parents tuck them into their beds and kiss their foreheads and headdresses goodnight. Concubines are taught at a young age the art's of entertainment, how to walk, how to hold one's self. Every trick imaginable, not even the art of these teachings is yet known to anyone. To train to be a Concubine is something that most girl's dream of when younger, the teachings as strict as the Jedi Temple, and the mannerism's as honored as the monuments to a planets God or Monarchy.

Concubine. I suppose that everyone's idea of a concubine is as grand and extravagant as the next, but to actually know the life of a concubine is different. It's much different.

She ran as fast as her feet would carry her, the long legs pumping down cobble streets towards the senate house. Carts and droids flew out of her way while she raced against the tall clock tower that was built at the center of the senate house, the tower protruding like a shot ready to thrust into soft skin and fill the blood streams of the city with poisonous lies. Two days prior and a family had been discovered living in the forest system just outside of the capitol. A small family with only four children: two daughters and two sons. The parents were older then the senate building itself. They had eluded the government for a millennia, keeping their small family hidden away against the crevices of hillsides and tree trunks. Their pointed ears and luminescent eyes marked them in society as a race long dead, destroyed years ago by a war that tore a republic apart. Only recently had it been able to rebuild itself, and the race had been marked as extinct, and to stay as such. There power and there passion's were too strong for a system that was tearing itself apart slowly, the return of evils long since hoped to be dead, as well as goods that never should have come to exist. Balance, it was all the world strived for, and with this new discovery the balance was drastically destroyed.

"Your highness, we must bring forth this knowledge to Chancellor Velorum. The knowledge that they still exist, it would be catastrophic for the republic."

Once the girl had arrived she had placed herself at the back of the large domed building, looking over the heads of other spectators while the small family stood at the center. An entire court system glared down at them for destroying the peace that had been held in the system without their kind to spread wisdoms thought useless. How they had come to be discovered after living so long peacefully, only the Government would know. How the youngest of the family, a boy not yet 10 years old, had run away from his family to watch the soldiers march through the forest on a training mission, how the light of innocence in his eyes had not yet faded and a soldier had scene their green spark of excitement.

"What would you have me do Darsedonian? Would you have me destroy an entire family?"

The young and passionate Senator for Bakura was standing up now, at his right the newly appointed King and Queen to the planet.

"Why not Relknor, the family was foolish enough to let a child run the woods and let himself known. Why shouldn't they be destroyed?"

The King hadn't yet passed his 28th year but was known to be one of the most vicious and headstrong Royals for the systems in their sector. His rivalry with the young passionate Queen of Naboo was something strongly felt through the galaxy.

He stood then, walking away from his wife, a woman of the same age with hazel eyes and red hair, her face the perfect oval and her figure delicate and tall. He stood in front of them, his eyes roaming over the parents; the eldest of the children who were twins, one a boy one a girl; the littlest with brown hair and green eyes; and the middle child. It was here he stopped and looked over her; let his hand reach out before she would step out of his reach with an empty face. The whole family seemed as emotionless as stones.

There was a stir in the crowd as the king chuckled darkly, his rich brown eyes drinking in the small and delicate form of the young female, not yet passed 16, her figure like the hour glass that counted the moments of silence.

"You are brave to do as such. Relknor I think I have come to a decision."

"And what would that be my Lord?"

Lamentock stood and continued to stare into the golden eyes of the girl that stood before him until he reached out and let her rippling hair fall between his fingers like water. The color was like molasses, thick and brown, falling past her waist in eternal waves while the light made her hair reflect shades of the brightest red, to the deepest brown. The deeper into her eyes he looked the sooner he found that his glance was ripped aside. Stormy silver rings had burned back at him as they surrounded the gold of her eyes and seemed to stir inwards. Even her lips were full and perfect, her face perfectly sculpted with high cheek bones and a rounded face.

"I'll let the family continue to live secretly in the forest, agree to keep them hidden and keep them from the eyes of the Republic. But with only on the basis if their youngest daughter stays behind as my concubine."

The entire Senate Dome went quiet, not a word spoken while all seemed to stir uneasily. Even the queen flinched and looked down at her dress, fingering the pleats of her skirts while her headdress made the only noise through the building. The girl in question stood silent but a vein was visible along her jaw that hadn't been before. Her eyes seemed to dim while her father clenched his fists. The knuckles were white while his cerulean blue eyes blazed at this figure and he moved to kill him.

Just as the room had turned quiet a small regime of soldiers seemed to come from various corners in the room, their feet clicking on marble while they grasped the members of the family. One soldier even grabbed the father around the neck with a power coupling in the shape of a ring that circled his neck. Only the girl stood freely while she watched her family forced onto the floor under the weight of soldiers and weaponry.

"Lamentock this is foolish, your personal interests and lusts are not what are at stake here, the republic is. And if you tote this…thing around as your legal concubine you will stir trouble up. She will destroy this senate and the republic." It was Darsedonian who spoke now, and he was clearly aggravated with the situation.

Not a word was uttered as his promise was made, this forewarning of what a girl of barely 16 would bring upon the Senate. But Lamentock didn't flinch.

"If you promise not to harm my family… then I will do your will." The voice was deep and resonated in Lamentock's ears, though, barely even a whisper, with the warmth and itch of cotton as it stained the ears.

Lamentock smirked while a vein visibly popped over his wife's forehead. The whole senate seemed to sigh out the doom they felt this girl would bring to them. Even her parents felt the fear and pain as they looked at their child with pained eyes. But none were as pained as the girl that stood before Lamentoch holding herself high, her face showing the only emotion that she would let rise from it for years to pass, the last of her innocence.

okay so review already.