Obi-wan POV:
"After four hundred years of peace between them, the ruling clans of Mandalore have instigated a planet wide civil war, which is costing their people greatly in humanitarian supplies and lives. But the distinguished Clan Kryze doesn't believe that this conflict is sustainable; in fact, they don't wish it to continue at all. In spite of this, the leader of their clan sent his eldest daughter, Satine Kryze, to Coruscant, where she has been learning the art of diplomacy in a Political Sciences University. It was her father's dying wish that she be returned to her home planet and prove to be a stable leader for her war-torn world."
Master Qui-Gon smiled with his eyes. "Impressive young one."
I dipped my head before I turned red. "Thank you, master. But why must we protect her. Furthermore, why for a year?"
Straitening up, he spurt out some details about assassins and pacifism. I hung back and mulled over what he was saying.
"So," I say when he is finished "Is that all that stands in our way? Some puny assassins are our only problems, master?"
After chewing on that for a while, he sighed. Then he took this time to explain to me the importance of peace and how if you underestimate your enemies that leads to the dark side.
After taking the woman's delicate hand, I find that I instantly dislike her. You know that right? When you've only looked at each other for less than a nanosecond, when you've only seen one fake smile, you get this...feeling. A kind of tell-all biography; if you know what I mean.
Pretty, and well aware of it. Intelligent, but she fails to apply it to anything but politics. Traditionalist? No. Unlike her ancestors, she is clothed in an elegant purple, green and blue gown not battle-scorched armour.
"Padawan Kenobi" she inclines her head. I hate being called padawan, it makes me feel young,reckless and less mature.
"I'm truly sorry, but what...is your title? I breathed averting my gaze to the floor awkwardly.
Speaking of awkward, we've been holding hands for a long time now, I didn't notice honestly; I was so caught up in everything that I didn't notice that our fingers were entwined. My face flushed as we both let go, very inappropriate.
Finally she broke the silence. "Oh um...Satine will do fine."
"Hmm, Satine suits you well" I replied.
A thin smile spread across her porcelain face "Kenobi isn't that bad of a title either."
I inclined my head in appreciation, and our eyes locked, her icy blue orbs seemed to look right through me. She had the most beautiful eyes in the galaxy, and her hair the flowing golden locks reminded me of the stars themselves, wait what?
I eventually drifted away from the thoughts that were swirling around my mind, and offered her my arm.
She slid her arm through mine, so we were now linking.
"Well then, it's just as well that I'm your bodyguard." I said sarcastically.
She let out a small laugh as I helped her into the speeder and we went to the Royal Palace to be shown our accommodations.
