Disclaimer:Nope, don't own 'em. Would be very happy (and very rich) if I did, but I don't. However, if Good Ol' Georgie ever feels like selling Obi-Wan/Mr. Ewan McGregor-Sir, he can hand him over to me anytime he feels like it. But, as it is, I am making no money, will never make money from this, and don't particularly care that I don't. The moral of this little tale is two itty-bitty words. Don't sue.
Rating:G, I'm fairly certain.
Author's NoteI do believe I'm starting to enjoy this. Once again, I think I left a clue in this story, but I'm not sure if it's a good one. The best one, as I've said before, is in the first part. But, I should tell you, at least one of you has gotten it right so far! Anyway, I hope everyone likes this one as much as the other two.
"Ami, I love you."
Those four simple words were tearing her world, and her heart, in two.
She loved them both dearly, and told them both that she did. It just happened that one tended to invoke more...sisterly affections than romantic intentions in her.
It was inexplicable really. The men were so alike in so many ways, but polar opposites in others. They were like Yin and Yang; two brothers so different, but alike too.
She looked at her reflection in the mirror. So pale, even without the make-up, so ordinary. It was beyond her belief how these men, both so virile, could ever see anything in her. She absentmindedly raked a hand through her hair, wincing when it caught at the tangles.
Sabe had entered the room, in her usual way, which never ceased to startle her. Neither woman said anything as Sabe took up a comb and began working it through Amidala's thick tresses.
Amidala sighed in contentment and began to apply her make-up, a task usually relegated to one of her handmaidens, but she wanted to look her best tonight and trusted no other to attend to her preparations.
Tonight. Tonight was coming slower than she would have wanted. Tonight she would meet with her most trusted advisors over dinner in the grand dining hall. And He would be there.
Him, the man who loved her. The man she would readily die for. The man she would give up her throne, her fortune, and even her freedom for. Him...
She thought about that single man as Sabe helped her into the new green velvet robe. It was by far her favorite dress with it's gold thread trim and ivory inlay. She had ordered it made thinking how she would look in his eyes when she donned the expensive gown.
The Queen sat silently as Sabe finished with her headdress. Then, she got up slowly and exited her chambers.
Immediately four of her elite guard surrounded her and Sabe. They made their way to the grand dining hall, where her love waited for her.
The moment she stepped into the room, she could feel his presence. Not through the Force, not like the two could sense her, but with her own intuition. How every woman is immediatley sensitized to the presence of the man she is in love with.
Her eyes scanned the room for Him. And then, almost magically, their eyes locked; sky blue to deep brown. She was glad for all the extra attention she'd paid to her dress as he smiled at her. She could feel the blush creeping into her cheeks, glad, for once, of the ceremonial white cake make-up she wore.
And in her mind she replied to the unspoken words in her love's eyes. The words he had said to her only a day past.
"I love you too..."
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Michelle here. So how'd you like the third installment of "Her Love"? I know I enjoyed writing it.
Who knows? I might even write a fourth part, given enough encouragement and an idea how to continue this. Actually, to think of it, I may have just thought of part four...