Rating: G
Disclaimer: Star Wars © George Lucas. No copyright infringement intended.
Summary: Padme knew in her gut, after all the tears, that they'd be all right, as long as they had each other.
Notes: This takes place sometime in the middle of episode III, but before anything really big happens, so no big spoilers.
It turned out that all she needed was a big cry to make her feel better.
After all the tears had spilled, after her eyes became red and puffy, and snot gathered on her nose, and the headache that descended midway through…
After she became a hideous ball of half-hysterical cries, and splashed her face with cold water from the sink, she felt much more invigorated and as though wisdom had flown into her when the tears fled.
The uneasy feeling, which weighed her down more than her gowns, didn't altogether vanish, but now it had deformed into just a small puff of apprehension, and seemed altogether easier to deal with.
Padme stilled looked physically horrid-not her usual Senator self- but her chest oddly felt relieved of a burden, and in her a new resolve emanated.
Not that all the answers came to her right then and there; just that as of that moment, she didn't rather feel helpless about it all. Nothing bad happened yet; they were at war, these kinds of emotions were to be expected. She was jinxing herself by premeditating malevolence before it happened.
Everything would be all right, as long as she and Anakin were together. Nothing else mattered, and nothing else gave her magnificent strength as being in love.