Disclaimer: Star War is George Lucas'. I'm just borrowing the characters
for awhile.
A/N: My last few chapters have been kinda short because I've been busy with exams and stuff. Sorry. PLEASE do review!
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+This cannot be happening to me. This cannot be happening. Ani, relax. She loves you. She told you she loves you. She's not going to get married. Kaz is a big mouth, you know that. It's probably just gossip. Ani, relax. Breathe.+ Despite his rambling thoughts, Anakin was very afraid. He had never love anyone like how he loves Padmé before. Her very presence soothed him whenever he was upset, or tired. Sithspit, he loves her more than life itself.
Anakin leaned forward against his yellow speeder, his pride and joy. He stepped hard against the accelerator and within minutes, reached the palace. He stepped off his speeder, programming it to find a place to park, before dashing up the stairs. He headed into the direction of her quarters, but stopped suddenly. Something in him told him that she was not in her quarters. This happened sometimes to him; his gut feeling was very accurate, or so Lukaz often said. He turned to his left instead and headed down the corridor, before stopping at a huge room.
Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and calmed himself down. He placed his hand on the door knob and started to turn it, before stopping. He looked down at his dirty overalls, and groaned. This was definitely not the thing to wear to visit the Senator. He was surprised the guards even let him in. "Stupid stupid stupid," he muttered to himself, as he turned away from the door, before brightening up. He had some clothes at the hidden compartment inside the seat of his speeder.
Ten minutes later, a clean, fresh Anakin stood outside the very same door. His hair was combed and washed, thanks to the water fountain outside the palace. He was dressed in a dark blue, long sleeved, collarless silk shirt that brought out the colour of his eyes, and a pair of dark grey pants. He knocked on the door, and Sabé opened it, her eyes widening when she saw Anakin.
"What are you doing here?" she hissed, thinking that Anakin was here to see her.
"I'm here to see Pad- Senator Amidala," Anakin said, his face calm, while most people would have wilted under the intimidating stare of the handmaiden. Sabé's eyes widened in surprise and she glanced at Anakin suspiciously.
"Right," she drawled. "You? To see the senator? She has much better things to do." Anakin bit the inside of his lips to stop himself from hurling a scathing remark to Sabé, but instead, sighed and gathered all his patience to try and persuade Sabé to let him in.
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"Well, milady, I must say you are looking good. Obi-wan will be pleased to hear it," Qui-Gon observed, accepting the seat the Padmé offered him. She nodded regally, and gave a small smile.
"So Master Jedi, what have you come to Naboo for?" Senator Amidala asked, as she poured a cup of tea for her visitor. She was aware of a disturbance at the door, but was confident that Sabé could handle it.
Qui-Gon cleared his throat, and his bright blue eyes peered out from his wrinkled features. "Two reasons actually, milady. The first is to find a boy who is force-sensitive. The other concerns you." Padmé raised a perfect eyebrow. "Well, Obi-wan is my padawan, and according to tradition, the master should help the-." Qui-Gon stopped short and closed his eyes; he could something in the force. In all his long years, the force had never been so strong as how he had felt it at that moment. Almost in a trance, he turned towards the door and strided towards it. Surprised, Padmé hurriedly followed.
As she reached the door, Padmé nearly banged into Qui-Gon, who had stood there, staring silently at the tall, broad-shouldered blond hair young nineteen year old. "Anakin!" Padmé exclaimed, surprised. Sabé turned towards the senator, equally surprised.
"Milady? You know Anakin?"
"Yes Sabé," Padmé snapped impatiently. She waved her hands to dismiss Sabé, and with another questioning stare at the Senator and a glare at Anakin, the handmaiden left. Anakin, who had been standing there without an expression on his face, turned his head calmly towards the old Jedi, who had by now recovered his composure.
"Anakin, is it?" Qui-Gon asked, stepping up closer to Anakin. He studied Anakin closely.
"Yes sir, Anakin Skywalker," the young man replied politely, his Tattooine manners kicking in.
"Anakin is a friend of me," Padmé cut in suddenly, stepping in between the two tall man. Subtly, she added. "And he's leaving now," with a sharp glare at Anakin. Anakin nodded sheepishly, and prepared to leave, when Qui-Gon shot out his hand and grabbed Anakin's shoulders.
"You don't sound Naboo, Anakin. Where are you from?" Qui-Gon asked nonchantly, almost casually. His eyes however, had a glint in them. Padmé stared from one man to the other, noticing the similarity between them. Both of them had the same calm look, and the same bright blue eyes. They also had the same kind, humourous smiles.
"Tattoine sir. It's far away from the Republic, ruled by the Hutts." Anakin replied, bowing slightly.
"I see. Away from the Republic, huh?" Qui-Gon repeated, looking thoughtful. With a nod, he excused himself suddenly, and walked off, leaving Padmé and Anakin staring at him, surprised.
As Qui-Gon held up the transmitter to his mouth, his hurried footsteps making its way to the flyer parked at the huge ground behind the compound, he suddenly realized that he had forgotten to inform the Senator about the proposal of marriage between her and Obi-wan.
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A/N : Haha! Didn't expected that, did you?! =P Try to guess what happens next. I'll update soon! Promise!
A/N: My last few chapters have been kinda short because I've been busy with exams and stuff. Sorry. PLEASE do review!
++ means thoughts/ flashbacks.
+This cannot be happening to me. This cannot be happening. Ani, relax. She loves you. She told you she loves you. She's not going to get married. Kaz is a big mouth, you know that. It's probably just gossip. Ani, relax. Breathe.+ Despite his rambling thoughts, Anakin was very afraid. He had never love anyone like how he loves Padmé before. Her very presence soothed him whenever he was upset, or tired. Sithspit, he loves her more than life itself.
Anakin leaned forward against his yellow speeder, his pride and joy. He stepped hard against the accelerator and within minutes, reached the palace. He stepped off his speeder, programming it to find a place to park, before dashing up the stairs. He headed into the direction of her quarters, but stopped suddenly. Something in him told him that she was not in her quarters. This happened sometimes to him; his gut feeling was very accurate, or so Lukaz often said. He turned to his left instead and headed down the corridor, before stopping at a huge room.
Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and calmed himself down. He placed his hand on the door knob and started to turn it, before stopping. He looked down at his dirty overalls, and groaned. This was definitely not the thing to wear to visit the Senator. He was surprised the guards even let him in. "Stupid stupid stupid," he muttered to himself, as he turned away from the door, before brightening up. He had some clothes at the hidden compartment inside the seat of his speeder.
Ten minutes later, a clean, fresh Anakin stood outside the very same door. His hair was combed and washed, thanks to the water fountain outside the palace. He was dressed in a dark blue, long sleeved, collarless silk shirt that brought out the colour of his eyes, and a pair of dark grey pants. He knocked on the door, and Sabé opened it, her eyes widening when she saw Anakin.
"What are you doing here?" she hissed, thinking that Anakin was here to see her.
"I'm here to see Pad- Senator Amidala," Anakin said, his face calm, while most people would have wilted under the intimidating stare of the handmaiden. Sabé's eyes widened in surprise and she glanced at Anakin suspiciously.
"Right," she drawled. "You? To see the senator? She has much better things to do." Anakin bit the inside of his lips to stop himself from hurling a scathing remark to Sabé, but instead, sighed and gathered all his patience to try and persuade Sabé to let him in.
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"Well, milady, I must say you are looking good. Obi-wan will be pleased to hear it," Qui-Gon observed, accepting the seat the Padmé offered him. She nodded regally, and gave a small smile.
"So Master Jedi, what have you come to Naboo for?" Senator Amidala asked, as she poured a cup of tea for her visitor. She was aware of a disturbance at the door, but was confident that Sabé could handle it.
Qui-Gon cleared his throat, and his bright blue eyes peered out from his wrinkled features. "Two reasons actually, milady. The first is to find a boy who is force-sensitive. The other concerns you." Padmé raised a perfect eyebrow. "Well, Obi-wan is my padawan, and according to tradition, the master should help the-." Qui-Gon stopped short and closed his eyes; he could something in the force. In all his long years, the force had never been so strong as how he had felt it at that moment. Almost in a trance, he turned towards the door and strided towards it. Surprised, Padmé hurriedly followed.
As she reached the door, Padmé nearly banged into Qui-Gon, who had stood there, staring silently at the tall, broad-shouldered blond hair young nineteen year old. "Anakin!" Padmé exclaimed, surprised. Sabé turned towards the senator, equally surprised.
"Milady? You know Anakin?"
"Yes Sabé," Padmé snapped impatiently. She waved her hands to dismiss Sabé, and with another questioning stare at the Senator and a glare at Anakin, the handmaiden left. Anakin, who had been standing there without an expression on his face, turned his head calmly towards the old Jedi, who had by now recovered his composure.
"Anakin, is it?" Qui-Gon asked, stepping up closer to Anakin. He studied Anakin closely.
"Yes sir, Anakin Skywalker," the young man replied politely, his Tattooine manners kicking in.
"Anakin is a friend of me," Padmé cut in suddenly, stepping in between the two tall man. Subtly, she added. "And he's leaving now," with a sharp glare at Anakin. Anakin nodded sheepishly, and prepared to leave, when Qui-Gon shot out his hand and grabbed Anakin's shoulders.
"You don't sound Naboo, Anakin. Where are you from?" Qui-Gon asked nonchantly, almost casually. His eyes however, had a glint in them. Padmé stared from one man to the other, noticing the similarity between them. Both of them had the same calm look, and the same bright blue eyes. They also had the same kind, humourous smiles.
"Tattoine sir. It's far away from the Republic, ruled by the Hutts." Anakin replied, bowing slightly.
"I see. Away from the Republic, huh?" Qui-Gon repeated, looking thoughtful. With a nod, he excused himself suddenly, and walked off, leaving Padmé and Anakin staring at him, surprised.
As Qui-Gon held up the transmitter to his mouth, his hurried footsteps making its way to the flyer parked at the huge ground behind the compound, he suddenly realized that he had forgotten to inform the Senator about the proposal of marriage between her and Obi-wan.
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A/N : Haha! Didn't expected that, did you?! =P Try to guess what happens next. I'll update soon! Promise!