Chapter V: Bloodline
When Vader entered that hospital room, his breathing was so loud, it could be heard by anyone on that floor.
When he saw Padmé again, when he could hold for the first time his children—oh, it didn't seem real, after thinking them dead! The dark shade of yellow that had covered his eyes ever since he killed the emperor, left him.
A dreamy blue color returned, and Padmé was fooled into believing she had the same Anakin with her again; she actually thought he was the same flirtatious boy who used to say, "You're exactly how I remember you in my dreams," but, soon she would learn.
Soon she would know Darth Vader, and soon she would stop being the woman she had been till that moment.
Padmé had hoped for the best.
She had dreamed big, which only made her disappointment so much bitter and hard to accept.
That the Republic could be revived?
That the Empire could perish with its dead ruler?
That—that the Jedi could be forgiven?
Could she really be so much of a fool?
Oh, how bitter when she learned of Anakin's plans!
The Empire shall live, and the Jedi would still be persecuted, every single one of them, and most of all, Obi-Wan Kenobi. Darth Vader had sworn to kill him, and by the Force-! He'll do it.
No matter how much she begged, it was of no use.
Obi-Wan better stay hidden forever! Padmé thought, afraid for his life.
When she even tried so much as to explain all he had done for her and her children, Anakin became so jealous and infuriated, that his eyes actually turned yellow, his skin appeared grayer, and his hair darker.
And his voice, oh worst of all, was his voice!
For when he entered Darth Vader mode, his voice gained a powerful, deep and rich tone, so different from the young, boyish Anakin Skywalker.
And when she begged him to give democracy back to the people, oh he wouldn't have it!
He remembered still, so vividly, the Clone Wars, and the reason for the war was still so unclear to him, he thought that the common people simply couldn't be trusted to decide for themselves.
Could he really give power to people who were so easily manipulated? Could he risk having to leave his family, time and time again—even more than he would have to, anyway—just because a war has broken?
No, a dictatorship, if Padmé wanted to call it that way—was the best and most logical way of ruling. Besides, he was so used to absolute power by now, to be feared, to be respected, to have anything done by simply ordering it, could he really give up so much power?
No! It was impossible! And after several changes, and a rebellion that broke shortly after Palpatine's death, the house of Skywalker was pronounced.
It ruled over almost all that had once been the Old Republic, and afterwards, Palpatine's short lived empire. Anakin Skywalker was the emperor, and his wife, Padmé Skywalker now, his empress. Though they were known across the galaxy as Darth Vader, a name that was sure to infringe more respect and reverence, and Queen Amidala, given her old title as queen of Naboo. Their daughter was known as Princess Leia of the Galactic Empire; and their son was called Prince Luke Skywalker, being the only one on whom people actually bother to throw in the famous last name, as well.
The Skywalker Dynasty was so powerful, some people even compared it to the Force itself!