Alright here's the second chapter. Thank you for the reviews and patience.

Also thank you to The Kinetic Violinist.

Chapter Two

Scandal

The couple emerged from the master chamber less than a few standard minutes later.

Anakin wore his dark robe.

Padmé wore a large dark blue robe. "Obi-Wan, what are you-"

Obi-Wan's hands were on his hips. "Turn on the HoloNet," he ordered. His tone was calm, but anything but cheerful.

"I know Palpatine is dead," Anakin stated. His voice was incredibly quiet. "We both do."

"I know you know about Palpatine. The whole Galaxy probably does by now." Though the Galaxy had yet to learn the rest of the... unimaginable details. "Do you know of the other revelations this past evening?"

Anakin and Padmé looked at one another. What was he talking about? He looked more than just upset with them. Worried? Concerned?

"Obi-Wan," Padmé had a bad feeling about this. She couldn't recall ever seeing Obi-Wan like this. "What's wrong?"

Obi-Wan turned on the projector. He didn't even need to change the channel.

"-ew development in the Amidala-Skywalker Scandal," said a reporter known as J. Pissog the Hutt. He was one of the biggest media moguls in the Galaxy. When there was gossip, a rumor, or even the quietest whisper- the Hutt was there.

Obi-Wan practically heard Anakin and Padmé's hearts almost beat out their chests. Followed by the pair sinking onto the nearest divan. Questions. Confusion. And a mix of emotions swirling around in their minds.

"A holo vid recently uploaded on the HoloNet by an anonymous source," Pissog explained.

"Right over there," he pointed to the holo image with his slender fingers, "That is Varykino, one of the prized lake houses at the Lake Country on Naboo. Home of the Naberrie family. Naberrie, as one may or may not know, is the birth name of Padmé Amidala."

Padmé eyes narrowed. She made no making no attempt to hide her unhappiness towards the hosts using her birth name on the Galactic media. Padmé valued her privacy. It was one of the reasons she adopted the name of state, Amidala.

Along with her home.

Her home… Padmé also quietly realized the vid was coming from was Convergence. Which was, ironically at one time, the family home of House Palpatine. Convergence was directly across the lake from her home, Varykino. She wasn't aware of who owned it currently, but now she was going to get to the bottom of this.

Anakin also wasn't happy. Not nearly as annoyed as his wife, but he too enjoyed the privacy the Lake Country offered- had offered. He often felt content, relaxed there. Now he wasn't certain if that would happen anymore.

"So that is her family estate?" the Bothan asked. Probably one of Pissog's assistants, or as many public figures referred to them as, "minions".

"Yes," Pissog answered in his deep voice. "Riiiight ah, there," A ship zoomed down out of the Nubian sunset atmosphere. "That ship prepping to land. What is it? What color is it?"

Oh, no.

Anakin lowered his head in defeat.

Padmé covered her face. Hoping she was not blushing.

"It looks like a yellow and greyish starship… a Jedi starfighter," said the Bothan, recognizing the model.

Anakin and Padmé both wanted to crawl back under the covers and die. Realizing that night took place just over seven months ago...

"Yes, beings," Pissog sounded as excited as a child receiving a gift. "A yellow and grey starfighter landing at Padmé Amidala's home on Naboo. The same paint color and starfighter model that Anakin Skywalker flew until recently. This is another strong piece of evidence that the pair may have had a long term affair. What do you think?"

Footage was then shown. From last night. Of a distraught Anakin finding Padmé in the Senate Hall. Their embrace and kiss was then shown.

Well...now the pieces of the puzzle made sense.

How the press knew.

Figuring they had seen enough, Obi-Wan finally hit the off switch on the projector.

"The rest of the news channels are the same," he said. Though it was nothing they didn't already know.

A few moments later, Anakin was the first to open his mouth, "They must have followed me after I..." Anakin squeezed his eyes shut. Discovered the truth. Killed‑ murdered- Palpatine. "Left Palpatine's office," Anakin said quietly.

Padmé remained silent. Trying to process everything.

"Couldn't you have at least tried to have been careful?" About many things, actually. Then again, it did it really matter? It was over. The footage was out there on the HoloNet roaming freely now. Obi-Wan sighed. "Is there anything else I should know?"

Padmé turned to look at Anakin. As if waiting for him to say something.

A moment passed. "Uh, well..." Anakin began. "You see Master," He was still trying to find the right words. In some ways, he had searching for the correct words for three years. "Padmé and I are...Well, since…"

Padmé finally just said it. "We're married, Obi-Wan."

End of Chapter Two.

Boy, Obi-Wan is going to be thrilled.

Trivia: Pissog is a character I made up. I didn't know of any reporters or paparazzi related beings that existed in GFFA. Also, originally I was going to make Pissog a Muun.

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