Anakin had arranged for Padmé to come to Onia and speak to the stubborn, grief stricken princess. In the meantime, Anakin and Obi-Wan along with Ahsoka and Emily would remain on the planet for precautions. In her brief time by herself, Emily was paying her respects to Tassa. She was laid in a coffin, her hands folded over the pierce wound from the lightsaber. She was in a white gown and her hair was in curls, a crown placed at the top of her head. Even in death she was strikingly beautiful.

Emily felt someone approach from behind. She turned around to see the woman whom Ilia was arguing with. She was dressed in long black gowns and her face looked tired.

"Thank you, Master Jedi, for the great respect you paid for my sister and her husband." Emily's mouth dropped slightly. Why she didn't recognize the resemblance between Tassa and this woman was beyond her. The skin was the same beautifully flawless deep tan, her hair thick and long and her eyes, the same shape, but with hazel running in them.

"I didn't realize you were her sister. I'm so sorry."

"Thank you. My name is Alana." She introduced herself, her voice raspy.

"If there's anything I can do to help you with anything please let me know."

"We must get Ilia to accept her title. Her parents intended for her to become Queen, but with the War breaking out, her becoming Queen so young was far off in their minds. But without her accepting it and agreeing to join the Republic, I fear that Dooku and his Separatists will take advantage." Alana reached out and placed her hand on Tassa's neatly folded hands. "I know you've sent for Senator Amidala, but could you speak to her?"

"I don't think I'm the right person to do so…"

"Emily, please. You've lost a mother, the senator hasn't. Your brother told me. You have more in common with the Princess than you know. Tassa greatly enjoyed your all too brief friendship."

"Alright." Emily sighed.

Alana took Emily's hands and thanked her. She led her back inside past the others who she looked away from. She didn't feel like explaining this, especially if she only agitated Ilia even more.

Emily tried to ignore all the portraits of the King and Queen that filled the hallways. The atmosphere of the castle seemed so dull now without their presence. Alana led her to an ornate, heavily guarded door. The guards stepped aside for the Jedi. Alana nodded and smiled to her as she entered the room.

It was dimly lit, but even through the dark lighting, Emily could see the extravagance of the room. Everything was golden and light purple, the chairs plush and comfortable. Peaceful paintings of the galaxy and Onia hung up on the walls, along with some of what she assumed to be Ilia's drawings.

"Your highness?"

"GO AWAY." Came a muffled reply from underneath a pile of blankets on the elaborate bed. Even from underneath, Ilia looked so small in the giant bed she hid in. Emily awkwardly approached the bed. She had only met Ilia once, and while she was a very polite young lady, she wished with all her heart someone else could do this.

"Ilia, can I talk to you?" Ilia's head shot out from the covers, her face attempted a stern look, but she only looked heartbroken.

"I said go away. I thought Jedi were good at listening?"

"Not Skywalkers…" Emily chuckled. She sat on the bed next to the princess. "I won't do it."

"I know you don't want to. But this is what your parents wanted for you. What your mother wanted. She told me to keep an eye on you." Ilia shuffled away. "I know this is hard- "

"No you don't! Jedi are found by the council and taken away when they're little! My teachers told me! You probably don't even remember your parents. There's no way you can know how I feel!" Emily smiled sadly at Ilia.

"You're right. But my brother and I were found when he was nine and I was eight. So we were a little late to the ways of the Jedi. We didn't want to leave her. We thought we would come back and free her and we could see her as we wished."

"Free? You were slaves?" Ilia asked, pushing her dark hair out of her face. Emily nodded. "When Anakin and I were slaves, a Jedi named Qui-Gon Jinn won our freedom. The one who owned us wouldn't free our mother. We had to leave her behind."

"Did you go back for her?"

"We did, but when we did it was too late. My mother had been taken and enslaved again, and she was so badly hurt. She died not too much longer after we found her." Emily recalled. She could feel the pain washing over her heart, and the fear. The fear when she saw the side of Anakin that she had never seen before. It still frightened her. Ilia peered up at Emily.

"Did that make you want to be a better Jedi?"

"Yes. It made me want to fight for people who couldn't. Ilia, I know this hurts, I know this is the worst pain you can feel, but your people need you. You can make mistakes, but I know you will guide them through this with the help of your aunt. I know you will be a great ruler like both of your parents were."

"I'm scared."

"I know, but you have a kingdom of people who will support you. You have your aunt. I promised your mother I would help you in any way I can. I will always be here for you if you need me Ilia." Ilia looked up at Emily, her amber eyes watering. She flung her arms around Emily's bruised torso, but Emily didn't mention it. She allowed for the princess to cry.

"There's no chance my father will come home?" Emily looked away and shook her head. "If I become Queen and join the republic, we'll have protection?"

"Yes." Ilia looked up at her and sat herself up.

"Fine, but I want it done quickly. I don't want a coronation, at least not right now. We'll do it and be done. What is wrong with your face?" Emily hadn't realized she looks so dumbfounded to Ilia. She wasn't expecting this to be a successful conversation, nor was she expecting Ilia to accept it.

"I just wasn't honestly expecting you to accept or to even hear me out." Ilia shrugged, her eyes still sad, but she regained her composure. "I had to accept I was going to be Queen sooner or later, but you really should have a little more faith in yourself. My mother thought it too, she said so."

"Glad I was an interesting topic of conversation for you two." Ilia smirked at her, bouncing off of her bed. She took a deep breath and smoothed out her wrinkled dress and turned to the door, gesturing for Emily to follow her. The pair went back to the damaged throne room. Emily saw that Padmé had already arrived.

"Aunt Alana, whoever is in charge of crowning me Queen, summon them. I wish to make this quick and simple and then Onia will join the republic, so the Jedi or…?" Ilia's eyes set on Padmé who was quickly introduced. "So the Jedi or the senator or anyone will tell the Chancellor and the senate that Onia will join them."

The ceremony happened quite quickly, Ilia swearing to honor the path her parents had set for Onia and rule over her kingdom fairly.

"As my first act as Queen, I agree that Onia will join the Republic." Ilia said matter of factly. "I will choose a senator soon enough, but request that Onia is given protection from the Separatists." Ilia promptly finished and began talking with Padmé, still looking unsure of herself, but trying to stand as tall as she could.

"Looks like you didn't even really need us to come," Emily turned around to find Obi-Wan. "You seemed to handle this brilliantly without us or Padmé." Emily rolled her eyes.

"If I had handled this brilliantly, Onia wouldn't have a fourteen-year old Queen."

"Emily, you seem to have a perception that you're responsible for Tassa's death and you're not. Putting that on you is as if you're saying every civilian or clone death is our fault. This is a war and things happen, but you managed to assure the survival of a planet under their ruler."

"So wonderfully put, General." Alana said, still in a long black gown, but her face looked less tired, less worried. The spark in her eye reminded her of her sister. "No one will blame you for what happened. You managed to make Ilia realized what she had to do and that was a difficult task even for her parents. She is notoriously stubborn, but Onia owes you our gratitude." Emily blushed and smiled back at Alana.

"I will relay a message I've received from the Chancellor, he's requested that you all stay until tomorrow, he will be joining us for my sister's burial. He wished to speak to you, Emily." Emily nodded, slightly perplexed as to why the Chancellor wanted to speak to her, as she had sent a mission report to the Council, she didn't understand what else he could need of her.

"Of course, Alana."

"And I've had some healing oils sent up to your room for your ribs, that was some nasty bruising you got from that brute." Alana decided. "Your rooms are ready for you whenever you are, my friends." Alana glided off back to her niece, and Emily appreciated the maternal vibe she felt off of Alana, just as she had her sister.

Emily sighed and looked into Obi-Wan's eyes and smirked at him. Her brother and Padmé already disappeared and Emily didn't really want to focus on that too long. "Burke, patrol outside, switch off with Rex and his boys halfway in and rotate. We'll leave tomorrow after the funeral." Burke, who was with Rex awaiting command nodded. "Meet me in fifteen minutes." Emily whispered as she snuck away to her room.

The room she was given was as comfortable and plush as the last, and Emily had to enjoy the change of pace from the temple. Her own bed wasn't uncomfortable, but didn't compare to this. Emily found the oils that Alana had mentioned and was grateful for them as she peeled her tank top off and then the bandaging around her ribs. Emily heard a quick and quiet knock on her door and she scurried over and pulled in Obi-Wan.

"Did you even look to check if it was me?"

"I felt it. And if my feeling was wrong, then this would be a very interesting situation." Emily chuckled. Obi-Wan rolled his eyes and then scanned over her bruises, gently ghosting over them with his hands.

"They don't hurt too terribly."

"I'm sorry for what happened. I wish I was there."

"I know." She rested her hands over his, leaning into him.

"You did handle this well though. I know you feel you didn't, but you did. I wish you could see how amazing you are," he said, pulling her closer and warmly looking into her eyes. "I love you." Emily felt her heart stop, her mouth fell open, and she could feel her eyes well up, as sappy as she felt.

"I love you, too." She whispered back, rapping her arms around her neck as he rested his forehead against hers. Emily reached up and kissed him softly and passionately, her body feeling like fire against his. Obi-Wan's mouth traveled from hers to her neck, nipping along her collar bone, making Emily gasp. She loved the way his beard felt against her skin. Emily wrapped her legs around Obi-Wan's waist as he picked her up in his arms and walked over towards the bed, where he gently laid her down, his eyes fixing upon her ribs.

"Are you sure you want to?" Emily's response was taking her bra off and throwing it over his head. Obi-Wan laughed, as he began to take off his own clothes. To Emily's displeasure, he was taking his time, and she sat up and began to help him at a faster pace.

"Patience." He murmured, earning an exasperated Emily to roll her eyes. "I'm not very good at displaying patience. You should know that by now." She purred into his neck, nipping right at the sensitive flesh of where his beard ended causing a low moan. Obi-Wan took control and pushed Emily down onto the bed, pinning her wrists above her head, and kissing her neck. Emily smiled. Her eyes closing. It had been awhile since they had had alone time like this and she appreciated the more dominant side of Obi-Wan.

Emily wrapped her legs around his waist as he gently eased into her. Her eyes closed and she gave a breathy gasp as his hips started to set a pace. Their lips met in a warm, slow way. More passionate than ever. Everything was slower, more to it than just sex, even though it had never really just been sex. It was warm and loving, but also delightfully pleasurable. Time seemed to move slower, they seemed as if they were the only two people in the world and nothing else mattered.

Emily's breathing increased, her chest heaving, gasping for air as her body felt as if it was on fire and she loved every second of it, as she held back a scream of pleasure as her legs tightened even more around him. Obi-Wan soon followed, encouraged by Emily as he thrust into her a final time, filling her with warmth.

As they lay in the aftermath, Emily rested her chin on his strong chest, placing a few kisses to it from time to time. Even within the chaos of their lives and the war, these quiet moments and moments of passion and love were what Emily relished. Maybe one day, this could be normal she could only hope in her heart.

Author's Note:

Yay another chapter! I hope you all will enjoy this! I've been trying to write it for a while and unfortunately I had a lot of stuff going on during the past few weeks, thanks Hurricane Matthew! Anyways, I was really excited to get to this and am really excited to continue, I want to write this for a while, so I'll enjoy writing Ems into CW episodes and eventually Episode Three! Let me know what you think! Your comments and interest in Emily's story mean the world to me!