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: Let's guess, umm, G, by any chance?
Author's Note: Okay, finally we have the "long" awaited conclusion to the "Her Love" series. Yeah, I know that we already know who it is, but I wanted to write this one. It was begging to be written. Anyway, as always, if you flame, be gentle. I like my high horse and I'm not in a particular rush to get knocked off it.
"I love you."
She would never hear those wrods from him ever again. It tore at her already broken heart to know this. No matter how long she knew in advance, it still hurt. The blow wasn't softened a bit by the foreknowledge.
Queen Amidala of the Naboo walked slowly up the aisle, tears welling up in her brown eyes. The man she was going to thought these to be tears of joy, tears of happiness. For that matter, every other being in attendance at this "blessed event" thought the same.
But the young man escorting her down the wide aisle knew different. Inside, he was doing the same. He was giving her away, in absense of her father. Ami couldn't help but wonder how many others caught the irony in this particular situation. Sabe, certainly; maybe others in her personal entourage, but Ami was willing to bet that not many others did.
Ami held back the sobs that had wracked her frame the night before. She would not bawl like an infant, not now. It would serve no purpose except to make her seem weak, and to foster distrust of her husband by her people. She chocked the tears back, and tried to smile.
She clung to His arm; it was her lifeline in this unfortunate reality. He let her go far too soon and Amidala made her was weak kneed up the altar steps. She stood next to the beaming boy, her soon-to-be husband, and clasped her hand to his in ritual.
As soon as their hands touched, images flashed through Amidala's mind. A vision of the future. Twins, a boy and a girl. Panic. Flight. The desert world of her past. An unfamiliar blue and white idyllic world. A billion soldiers all the same...
Ami blinked twice and stumbled a little. Her "love" didn't even register this, too involved in the ceremony taking place. They turned and faced the throngs in attendance.
As the newlyweds made their way down the aisle, Ami's eyes met those of her true love. The only man she could and ever would love. Him.
The tears she had quelled earlier began to threaten once more. A sinlge droplet escaped the bounds of her lower lid and left a streak in her white make-up. And she hoped that the message in her eyes was conveyed. When He nodded slightly, she knew it had.
"I love you too..."
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And there we have it, the end of this littel mini-series. I hope not too many people hated it. Oh, about the ceremony. No clue how Jedi's get married, no clue, really, how real people get married. So I made it up. Don't care if it ain't right, 'cause I'm the author and it is now.
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