Padme smiled gently at the sleeping figure. Anakin had fallen
asleep at his desk.

Looking around his office she sighed. It was in its usual
disarray. Walking over to Anakin's desk Padme gently stroked his head.

"Ani." Anakin bolted upright. He looked around before
remembering where he was.

"Padme, what time is it?" Padme giggled.

"It's almost morning Ani. What are you still doing here?" He
rubbed his eyes and pointed at an open book lying on the desk. Padme
picked it up and began to read. Her brow wrinkled.

"What is this? Is it about you?" Standing he took the book out
of her hands.

"It's that book you were reading in the garden. I had a dream
about Saironia."

"Was it one of those dreams?" She was referring to the dreams
he had every night. The ones where he learned how to use the Force.

"Yeah. It wasn't really about her. She was mentioned. All they
would say to me was 'The Minhara Prophecies,' and 'Saironia'. I think
this prophecy is about us." Padme was shocked.

"Why do you think that?" He pointed to the first two lines of
the prophecy.

"Son of the suns and Daughter of the stars. Padme you're the
descendant of someone who was supposed to be the daughter of two
stars, and if I really am the Chosen One then that would make me the
son of the suns. You've read the Jedi prophecy." She frowned.

"Yes, but that could be referring to any Minhara, and we don't
know that you're the Chosen One." He nodded.

"No we don't, but that's not my only reason. It refers to an
angel queen, and you're the only angel queen I know." He smiled and
cupped her chin.

"So maybe it does refer to us. What do we do about it?"

"I don't know what we can do. We'll just have to wait I
suppose."

"Wait! Anakin, this is talking about our meeting causing evil
to rise, and there's a good possibility that the Traitor is one of
us. And I don't like that line about love and poisonous flowers."

"Padme calm down. There is nothing poisonous about our love
and I would never betray you." She opened her mouth to speak but he
shushed her. "And who would you peg as a traitor, an angel queen or
a black knight?" Padme was obviously not convinced.

"This isn't good Ani, especially not with the Sith wanting me
dead."

"Don't worry. The Jedi are protecting you. Sabe will start
posing as Amidala tomorrow and I won't leave your side for a second
longer than necessary." He kissed her forehead. "Why don't you go
back to bed? You have a bonding ceremony to plan remember?" She
smiled.

"Yes, and don't forget that you have to meet with Panaka about your
liegemen in the morning." He groaned.

"Why do I need liegemen?"

"Because it is tradition, and I say so." She looked around the office
disdainfully. "Now get this place cleaned up. It's a mess." Placing a
quick kiss on his lips she left the room and hurried down the hall.



"I've got some men that I think would be good for the job. None of
them look as much like you as Sabe does Amidala, but they'll do in a
pinch with a lot of training and the right clothes." Panaka handed
Anakin a datapad. He scrolled through the text on the hopeful liegemen.

"Who's first?" Anakin and the captain were sitting at a small table.
There was one extra chair facing them. Panaka looked at his list.

"Jairon Cinnar. He has the closest resemblance to you. He's had
numerous lessons in self-defence and is an expert on blasters. He's
not very sociable, but he's loyal." Anakin pressed the com button on
the table.

"Send in Jairon Cinnar." A droid answered and a moment later the door
slid open. Anakin studied the young man who stepped into the room. He
looked to be about the right height. His hair was a little too long,
but that could be fixed. His eyes were a shade off but Anakin doubted
anyone would notice. Their facial features were similar enough. His
lips were thinner but the makeup would hide that.

Standing Anakin motioned Jairon to sit. As he sat back down he glanced
at the very long list of questions Panaka insisted they ask every
single man. It was going to be a very long day indeed.





If looks could kill then Padme knew for a fact that the florist
kneeling in the throne room wouldn't even be a smudge on the floor.
Not only had Padme been glaring at him since he'd gotten the first
order wrong, Sabe looked extremely upset and the rest of the
handmaidens weren't to happy either.

Padme didn't blame them. Sitting in the green dress Sabe was wearing
wasn't comfortable and standing for hours on end lost its appeal
after the first ten minutes. Padme was glad when the florist finally
left to completely redo the orders. One minute more and the queen of
Naboo and her cadre of handmaidens would have committed murder.

They all brightened visibly when the dressmaker came in. She was
wonderful at what she did and the dresses were beautiful. Amidala
smiled and greeted the old woman.

"Greetings Lady Urza. We are pleased to see you. How are Our gowns?"
The gray haired matron smiled and bowed low.

"The dresses are coming wonderfully, but I need to make sure they fit
before I put on the finishing touches." Amidala stood.

"Our audiences are ended for today. You may make the fittings now if
you so wish."

"I do Your Majesty."

"Then follow Us." Amidala lead Urza through the palace to the royal
bedchambers. A droid followed leading the rack with the dresses.
Out of the corner of her eye Padme saw some movement. Looking towards
the windows she saw Obi-Wan Kenobi. She smiled and nodded to him. Her
smile turned to an expression of confusion when he did not smile
back, but simply stared at her with distant eyes.