Anakin found Padme in their garden, the one he had made
himself. She was sitting on the bench reading a book. She was so
engrossed in whatever she was reading that she failed to notice him.
Walking silently he crept up behind her. Leaning down he
brushed her hair out of the way and placed a soft kiss on the side of
her neck. Smiling she half turned on the bench to face him.

"You're late." Anakin bowed his head in mock shame.

"I'm sorry Your Majesty, Sabe has a voracious appetite." He
winked at her. Padme's eyes narrowed. Scowling she swung at him with
the book she held. Anakin laughed and darted out of the way.

"Anakin Skywalker that was not funny at all." Despite her
words a small grin appeared on Padme's face. "I could have you
executed you know. I am the Minhara." Anakin laughed.

"But then what would you do for a husband my queen? All the
other men are terrified of you." Anakin darted away, Padme following
with an indignant shriek. Weaving his way through the garden he kept
himself just out of her reach.

Finally, noticing that Padme was beginning to slow down, he
stopped. She shoved at his chest, not hard enough to make him fall,
grabbing her around the waist he fell to the ground taking her with
him. He quickly rolled on top of her before she could stand up again.

"Why you little" Anakin silenced her with a kiss. For a long
moment they lay in the flowers before he pulled away. Brushing stray
hairs off of her face he smiled.

"I think I like you better like this." Choosing not to answer
Padme simply glared at him, but she couldn't manage to hide the smile
creeping onto her face. Remembering the book she had been reading
Anakin snatched from her hand and read the title.

"Fairy Queen. What's this about?" Rolling over and sitting up
he began to flip through the book. It was very old. There were
wonderfully detailed drawings scattered throughout.

"It's the story of the first Minhara. It was believed, before
Delrae told the Naboo different, that she was the child of a fairy
and a human woman. She was a prophet. Many of her prophecies have come
true."

Anakin stopped at a drawing of a young woman. She looked to be
no older than eighteen. She was beautiful. Anakin could see how she
could be mistaken for a fairy. She was rather short. Her skin was very
pale. Gleaming red hair fell to her waist and bright green eyes
sparkled with a curious mixture of humor, wisdom, and bravery. She was
drawn in the midst of a forest. Various Nubian wildlife was gathered
around as if she were holding court in the swamps.

"What was her name?"

"Saironia."