Padmé returned to her quarters, her mind still lost on the meadows of Naboo spending her anniversary with Anakin.
"Happy Anniversary! Where ever you are beloved." She whispered under her breath not loud enough for anyone else to hear.
She was still enjoying her picnic when she was rudely brought back to reality by a tall golden droid who often sounded unintentionally annoying.
"Mistress Padmé, Mistress Padmé! I have an urgent message from someone calling himself Luke. Do you know anyone by that name."
Trying to keep her true emotions to herself, as it would not be fitting to let the overly talkative droid in on the fact that Luke was actually a code name used by Anakin, Padmé quickly downloaded the message for replay later in her bedroom where she could watch it in private.
Before he left they had worked out a pre-arranged code so that if a message from him came in while others were present she would be able to take the message in private with out any one knowing whom the message was actually from. The name was actually Anakin's idea. It was the name of an older gentleman who had once saved his life when he was very young and had gotten lost during a sandstorm. Even though he was only four when it happened he had never forgotten the name of the man who had found him and made sure he got back home to his mom only to disappear with out a trace. It was only later that he learned the name meant bringer of light, which is exactly what the older man had been. It had turned in to a private joke between them, as each of them saw the other as the bringer of light into their life.
Sitting alone in her room, Padmé quickly diverted the cameras away from herself. Anakin had reprogrammed it so that it could easily be made to look like all was fine, whenever they wanted privacy, but didn't want to draw any attention.
Sitting cross-legged on the bed, she finally played the message she had been waiting so long for.
"Angel,
I miss you so much I can barely stand it. When I dream of you every night it is so real I can almost feel you in my arms and smell the sweet intoxicating scent of your hair.
I would give anything for us to be together tonight. I can hardly believe it has been an entire year since we became husband and wife. I still remember our wondrous wedding night and honeymoon as if they were just yesterday. They were the happiest five days of my life.
I am not able to get away, and it is tearing me apart, but I promise you someday we will be able to be together like a normal husband and wife.
You are my heart, my soul, and my reason for being. I truly deeply love you.
I'm forever yours, Anakin.
Blinking her eyes and refusing to allow the tears to come, Padmé walked over to a drawer and pulled out an over-sized light khaki colored shirt of Jedi design. Its was several sizes to large for her tiny frame, but it had been the perfect size for Anakin. Changing into the calf-length shirt she crawled into bed hugging a large body size pillow her head resting on top. If she closed her eyes tight enough she almost fool herself in to thinking she was in Anakin's arms… almost…but not quite. Now there was nothing to hold back the tears.