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Now, Vorsha." Sidious walked back to his Throne. "Bring her to me, and let the procedure begin."
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"What of her memory, Master?" Vorsha walked over to the broken and battered Padme.
"Rid of it" Sidious sneered as he sat down in his Throne. "Replace it with what ever you want." He rather impatiently waited for Vorsha to bring Padme to him.
Once Padme's frail form lay in Sidious's lap an evil look cast a dark glow on his face. "Leave us Vorsha." He screamed as Vorsha bowed and turned to leave. "I will perform the procedure, and when I am done, you may......" He searched for the right word. "Replace, her memory."
Vorsha bowed again, this time, a satisfied smile covering his face. He left his Master to heal, his 'Empress to be.' "Soon enough." He spoke to himself as he exited the Throne room, and past the guards. "Soon enough..."
******
Padme kept still and motionless as she lay upon the Sith Masters lap. Her body, swollen and pounding with pain, but yet aware, lay there, fully councious.
They are going to brainwash me?! She wanted to fight out of the Sith's reach, but she knew she would get no where, so she kept her still, going over every detail of the conversation that had just taken place. I have to get out of this!
She wanted to cry out in the Force for help, but she knew Sidious would intercept it. Her body just finally relaxed in Sidious hold. There was no getting out of this one, she was too weak. But she sure the hell was going to fight her way out, later. She just had to find the right time.
She felt Sidious put his cold sickly hands on her lower stomach, and was scared senseless. Her body convulsed, her back arched in pain, as the lighting pain shot through her veins, every part of her wanted to scream out, but words could not form, her throat collapsed every time she tried to make a sound. Her whole body was defenseless. She felt like a child, unable to protect it self, against even the smallest danger.
The last thing she remember before she blacked out from so much pain was Anakin. It was him on their wedding day. How his shimmering golden curls, rustled in the sea breeze, and the warm feeling of his sensual touch as he touched her face. She remembered his soft lips, as they caressed her with some much love, tenderness and passion, but at the same time, hungry, desperate, and eager. She saw his handsome features, his perfectly tanned skin glowing in the setting Naboo sun, his compassionate eyes of the clearest blue.
She remembered the way she kissed his fingers to get him to sleep, when their worries bothered him, the sweet taste they held, that she will always be able remember. She remembered the perfectly formed muscles, created by vigorous lightsaber practices. How they seemed too perfect to be real. The way he looked as if he made to never wear a shirt.
She could still feel the way his hot skin melted against hers as the cool breeze flew in from the open window, onto their restless forms every night after they made love. The small droplets of sweat, after long lightsaber practices, or when they made love long into the night.
Are you an Angel? She heard Anakin's adult voice ring through her mind.
"I'm in Heaven." She whispered aloud and turned to look out the small portion of window that was visible. "My angel. My Walker of the Sky. I'll be with you always."
*****
Padme woke the next morning feeling the worst she had ever felt. Her hands were trembling again, but not out of fright. Her stomach sore as if she had been stepped on by an elephant. She woke from an odd nightmare, but when she woke she couldn't remember one detail of it. She forehead was covered in a cool sweat and she was breathing heavily.
Drugs don't do this.. Padme cried out in her mind, wondering what was happening to her. But all of a sudden she realized what it was that made her feel this way...The 'Procedure'. She didn't know what Sidious did to her, and she didn't really want to know, as long as she was alive, and still had a chance to see Anakin again.
Her eyes were still heavy from the lack of sleep, but she was wide awake when she noticed where she was. She was in a huge room, on a massive bed. There was a sitting room across the room, and men's clothes lay flung across the arms. She looked down at her hands, they were trembling more, fear added to her already weak state. Whos bed is this? She jumped off the bed, as if something had just bit her.
She noticed a young woman dressed in solid black standing by the entrance to the room. She quickly ran over to her, and she saw fear hiding behind the young girls lilac colored eyes. Vorsha must have done to her what he did to me! Padme felt sorry for the girl, but then she remembered the reason she approached the girl.
"Who are you?" The girl looked away at her question. "Where am I?" The girl turned to exit, but Padme grabbed her wrist. "Please tell me!"
The girl pulled away and quickly exited the room, and locked the door shut behind her, Padme tried to get out, but no use, she sulked back over to the bed and threw herself back onto the warm silk sheets. She looked over the room and took in every detail. The cinder colored carpet, and the dark burgundy walls, the dressers across from the bed and a vanity in the corner. She could see the door to the 'Fresher, and next to it the closet. The door was wide open, and she could see that is was filled with, men's cloaks and tunics, and racks upon racks of black gowns and jumpsuits, for her. She looked by the bed, and saw the nightstand and a chrono.
Somethings missing She looked up at the walls again. The windows She gasped. How can people live with out windows?
Then she figured it out. They were underground. And probably the only room that was above ground was the throne room. Well I can't get out that way!
Padme got up and walked to the Vanity. She completely froze when she saw her reflection. She was wearing a fine silk nightgown, but her skin was sickly pale form the lack of sun light, and her eyes, had no spark left. Her hair had been dyed a deep black, but still holding her glorious curls. She had lost about 20 pounds in the few days she had been away, she had, had no food since she arrived. Her stomach twisted and churned reminding her of it, but there was nothing she could do about it right now. She was locked in.
She sat down heavily in the chair just string long and hard at the reflection the mirror gave back. She softly traced her face with her thin fingers, see if the reflection was the real thing. She could feel her cheek bones, penetrating out deeper and her wrists were bonier than usual. I look like fate worse than death!
She was so lost in thought and revoltion of her image she didn't even here the door open and a dark cloaked figure walk in and stare at her. She continued to stare at her bony wrists and when she looked back up to her reflection, but next to her image, was the face of the Sith that had done some many horrible things to her.
"OH MY.." She screamed, but Vorsha covered her mouth with his callus covered hand.
"Shhh.." He whispered in her hair.
He took his hand off her mouth but kept it strongly on her shoulder. She looked back up into the mirror and stared at his reflection waiting for him to speak, him staring at hers, as if he were looking into a dream world.
"Don't worry about how you look, as soon as you get strong, you will be fine." He raised her up from the chair with a wide grin on his face. Padme kept herself quite, from a lack of words, and worrying about saying the wrong thing, she didn't want to test his anger in any way.
"Our destinies, will be entwined, soon enough, my mistress." Vorsha sat her down on the bed and he sat not far away from her.
"Padme cringed at the comment, she knew her next words would probably cost her, but she had to get them out. "In you dreams!"
"Its VORSHA to you." He slapped her across her face, making her head swell with excruciating pain. "I will have you!"
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Vorsha stared deeply at her, ready to hit her any moment. He reached out his hands to do it again, and Padme, still holding her face in her hands, flinched inwardly. His hand raised to her face, but then calmly slowed. He grabbed her face in his hands, as if he had never even hit her, with care and grace. He caressed her temple with his rough finger tips. At first Padme didn't have a clue what he was doing to her, but she soon figured it out, and tried her best to fight out of his hold. She couldn't get away. He was holding her in some way with the Force, every moved she made would get her no where.
She felt Vorsha in her mind. She tried to fight him off, to shield him, but she couldn't concentrate, she couldn't focus on one thing. She felt his presence go through her life memories, replaying all the important ones. She saw them all, the same as Vorsha. He was collecting her past, sorting through all the ones he would be erasing. They viewed her child hood, memories of her sister, and her parents; her father, how he would tickle her away every morning until she left them. They saw he memories of her time as the Queen of Naboo; the Trade Federation; Anakin, saving the planet.
Are you an Angel? Anakin's sweet child hood voice rang through both their minds. Your a funny little boy. She saw her younger self answer.
I'm going to marry you someday.
Many things will change when we get to the capital, but my caring for you will remain. She saw herself in the orange handmaiden dress, talking to the young, and cold Anakin. I care for you too. She saw the truth of his statement in the clear blue eyes that showed nothing but love.
You too. More beautiful I mean. For a Senator.. She remembered the nervous and stuttering handsome Jedi that changed her life.
I don't like sand. Its rough, and coarse. And it gets everywhere! Unlike here. Where everything is ... soft ... and smooth.
The memories came flowing back, each time she relived them, and the pain of knowing that Vorsha would rid of them all.
No, I'm much too afraid to tease a senator.
You are in my very soul tormenting me.
More memories flew through her mind and into Vorsha's. A silent fit of tears streamed down her face, she was having to relive every detail of when she fell in love with her soulmate.
I cant breathe!
More memories, they began to speed up.
I am tormented by the kiss you never should have giving me.
More tears streamed down her face, and then the time period changed. They were at the Jedi Temple now. Memories of the night they had been told the Council was ok with their marriage, of their friends, their good days.
Congradulations, on your marriage. Fine with it we are. She remembered being shocked at the tiny Masters words.
She remembered the crashing waves against the shore of Alderran. Anakin's sweet smell embedded in the scarf loosely tied around her eyes, on the romantic getaway he surprised her with. The soft sand in between her toes, as they lay in each others arms on the beach, naming stars, and showing their love.
Those were the good days, the things she wanted to remember, and Vorsha was going to steal that from her. Her anger flared, Vorsha put his shields stronger, but they were already strong enough to stop her. She concentrated back on her memories, so focused, as if taking in every tiny detail.
She saw more of the beach. The shore the crashing waves against the rocks. The tall grassy meadow with water falls in the background? Her memory changed. Changed to a vision, she saw the meadow, heard the crashing of the waterfalls in the background. She saw Obi-Wan and Starr. She saw Anakin. He was ahead of them, hurrying, looking. For her. She tried to call out to him, but no words formed.
I have to do something Padme though, using all the shielding power she could muster. She realized that what she had seen, was not a memory, or event in the future, but what and where Anakin was now. He was on his way to save her.
I have to hold, out longer! She thought out a plan.
She couldn't think of anything that could stop Vorsha, other than letting him erase her memory, and change it to his liking. More memories of her beloved Anakin passed through, it felt it had been days since Vorsha started. She saw Anakin on their wedding day, the passion and fire in his eyes, it seemed to be calling out to her and only her.
I got it! Padme discovered something she could use.
She gathered all her shielding capabilities and calmly breathed in and out, using her Force strength and her love for Anakin, she made and unbreakable shield around her memories. She knew that Vorsha would know this, so continued to send her memories to him, but when he sent wanted memories to her, she would be prepared.
She would keep her memories, and except the ones he was giving. She would pretend to be Vorsha's. She would pretend to love the Sith, that scared her for life. She would do all of this. All of this, to get back to Anakin. For Anakin.
Vorsha though he erased her memories, and slowly began to feed the memories he wanted her to know into her mind. She took these, almost greedily. She focused on every detail of what he wanted her to look like, the way he wanted her to act, the way he wanted her to speak. Every detail, even down to what make-up, and hair style.
Everything is so dark. She began to feel light headed as more and more memories emptied in to her mind.
All for Anakin She repeated whispering in her thoughts. All for my Anakin.
Anakin.................
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Vorsha finally began to loosen his grip on her head, satisfied, that he had done a good job, and that she welcomely took the memories Of course she would. He told himself. She needs something to live off of.
Her tightened his hands on her head once again, but instead of sorting through her memories, her brought her head to his lips and gave her a fiery kiss on her forehead. Padme though tired from all the strength she had to use, worn, out and hungry, still had enough reason to be disgusted by the action, yet she said nothing. She kept still, sorting through the memories Vorsha just "Implanted" in her.
Vorsha eventually pulled away, Padme still looked down, as if to weak to look up. Vorsha raised her paled face to look him dead in the eyes. His eyes had darkened a little from the dark side use, but other than that they still held the fiery passion he held for Padme.
"My Empress." He whispered still staring at her.
Padme was disgusted at the though of having to be with this sorry excuse for a man, and having to pretend to be his, and only his. And worst of all, act like there is no such person as Anakin. I cannot be his 'Empress' we have not wed! She made sure to block her thoughts from him.
"Milord." She answered back, searching through the fake memories again.
Another smile graced his masculine features. It worked well. He got off the large bed, kissed Padme on the cheek with another one of his fiery kisses, and turned to leave her in the room, to ready for dinner. "Get ready for dinner, we will have it in 2 hours, and then we have 'things' to attend to." He left the room, leaving Padme to listen for a locking sound. She heard it. He's still not sure She laughed to herself.
Padme finally got off the bed, after laying back down and sorting out her plan. She didn't exactly know when Anakin would arrive, or what would be happening with her and Vorsha when he did, but she hoped he would arrive soon. She could only hold Vorsha off for so long. She walked over to the Vanity again and sat in the chair. She looked at herself again, her skin had gain a little more color, but she figured it would gain more after she had eaten any how. Her hair still hung in thick black curls, and her eyes were now a reddish timber colored, instead of the warm chocolate brown they once were.
A price to pay. She tried to comfort herself. One of the details he wanted in me I assume. She looked back at her reflection. She sat staring at her changed reflection, sorting through the memories of what Vorsha wanted her to look like, dress like, and act like. She took one last look at the what was left at the person she once was, and slowly began to apply the layers of dark make-up, to make her look more like a Sith Empress, and to give her an evil touch.
This is all for Anakin She kept reminding herself, as she walked into the closet filled with thick black layered gowns. All for Anakin
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Now, Vorsha." Sidious walked back to his Throne. "Bring her to me, and let the procedure begin."
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"What of her memory, Master?" Vorsha walked over to the broken and battered Padme.
"Rid of it" Sidious sneered as he sat down in his Throne. "Replace it with what ever you want." He rather impatiently waited for Vorsha to bring Padme to him.
Once Padme's frail form lay in Sidious's lap an evil look cast a dark glow on his face. "Leave us Vorsha." He screamed as Vorsha bowed and turned to leave. "I will perform the procedure, and when I am done, you may......" He searched for the right word. "Replace, her memory."
Vorsha bowed again, this time, a satisfied smile covering his face. He left his Master to heal, his 'Empress to be.' "Soon enough." He spoke to himself as he exited the Throne room, and past the guards. "Soon enough..."
******
Padme kept still and motionless as she lay upon the Sith Masters lap. Her body, swollen and pounding with pain, but yet aware, lay there, fully councious.
They are going to brainwash me?! She wanted to fight out of the Sith's reach, but she knew she would get no where, so she kept her still, going over every detail of the conversation that had just taken place. I have to get out of this!
She wanted to cry out in the Force for help, but she knew Sidious would intercept it. Her body just finally relaxed in Sidious hold. There was no getting out of this one, she was too weak. But she sure the hell was going to fight her way out, later. She just had to find the right time.
She felt Sidious put his cold sickly hands on her lower stomach, and was scared senseless. Her body convulsed, her back arched in pain, as the lighting pain shot through her veins, every part of her wanted to scream out, but words could not form, her throat collapsed every time she tried to make a sound. Her whole body was defenseless. She felt like a child, unable to protect it self, against even the smallest danger.
The last thing she remember before she blacked out from so much pain was Anakin. It was him on their wedding day. How his shimmering golden curls, rustled in the sea breeze, and the warm feeling of his sensual touch as he touched her face. She remembered his soft lips, as they caressed her with some much love, tenderness and passion, but at the same time, hungry, desperate, and eager. She saw his handsome features, his perfectly tanned skin glowing in the setting Naboo sun, his compassionate eyes of the clearest blue.
She remembered the way she kissed his fingers to get him to sleep, when their worries bothered him, the sweet taste they held, that she will always be able remember. She remembered the perfectly formed muscles, created by vigorous lightsaber practices. How they seemed too perfect to be real. The way he looked as if he made to never wear a shirt.
She could still feel the way his hot skin melted against hers as the cool breeze flew in from the open window, onto their restless forms every night after they made love. The small droplets of sweat, after long lightsaber practices, or when they made love long into the night.
Are you an Angel? She heard Anakin's adult voice ring through her mind.
"I'm in Heaven." She whispered aloud and turned to look out the small portion of window that was visible. "My angel. My Walker of the Sky. I'll be with you always."
*****
Padme woke the next morning feeling the worst she had ever felt. Her hands were trembling again, but not out of fright. Her stomach sore as if she had been stepped on by an elephant. She woke from an odd nightmare, but when she woke she couldn't remember one detail of it. She forehead was covered in a cool sweat and she was breathing heavily.
Drugs don't do this.. Padme cried out in her mind, wondering what was happening to her. But all of a sudden she realized what it was that made her feel this way...The 'Procedure'. She didn't know what Sidious did to her, and she didn't really want to know, as long as she was alive, and still had a chance to see Anakin again.
Her eyes were still heavy from the lack of sleep, but she was wide awake when she noticed where she was. She was in a huge room, on a massive bed. There was a sitting room across the room, and men's clothes lay flung across the arms. She looked down at her hands, they were trembling more, fear added to her already weak state. Whos bed is this? She jumped off the bed, as if something had just bit her.
She noticed a young woman dressed in solid black standing by the entrance to the room. She quickly ran over to her, and she saw fear hiding behind the young girls lilac colored eyes. Vorsha must have done to her what he did to me! Padme felt sorry for the girl, but then she remembered the reason she approached the girl.
"Who are you?" The girl looked away at her question. "Where am I?" The girl turned to exit, but Padme grabbed her wrist. "Please tell me!"
The girl pulled away and quickly exited the room, and locked the door shut behind her, Padme tried to get out, but no use, she sulked back over to the bed and threw herself back onto the warm silk sheets. She looked over the room and took in every detail. The cinder colored carpet, and the dark burgundy walls, the dressers across from the bed and a vanity in the corner. She could see the door to the 'Fresher, and next to it the closet. The door was wide open, and she could see that is was filled with, men's cloaks and tunics, and racks upon racks of black gowns and jumpsuits, for her. She looked by the bed, and saw the nightstand and a chrono.
Somethings missing She looked up at the walls again. The windows She gasped. How can people live with out windows?
Then she figured it out. They were underground. And probably the only room that was above ground was the throne room. Well I can't get out that way!
Padme got up and walked to the Vanity. She completely froze when she saw her reflection. She was wearing a fine silk nightgown, but her skin was sickly pale form the lack of sun light, and her eyes, had no spark left. Her hair had been dyed a deep black, but still holding her glorious curls. She had lost about 20 pounds in the few days she had been away, she had, had no food since she arrived. Her stomach twisted and churned reminding her of it, but there was nothing she could do about it right now. She was locked in.
She sat down heavily in the chair just string long and hard at the reflection the mirror gave back. She softly traced her face with her thin fingers, see if the reflection was the real thing. She could feel her cheek bones, penetrating out deeper and her wrists were bonier than usual. I look like fate worse than death!
She was so lost in thought and revoltion of her image she didn't even here the door open and a dark cloaked figure walk in and stare at her. She continued to stare at her bony wrists and when she looked back up to her reflection, but next to her image, was the face of the Sith that had done some many horrible things to her.
"OH MY.." She screamed, but Vorsha covered her mouth with his callus covered hand.
"Shhh.." He whispered in her hair.
He took his hand off her mouth but kept it strongly on her shoulder. She looked back up into the mirror and stared at his reflection waiting for him to speak, him staring at hers, as if he were looking into a dream world.
"Don't worry about how you look, as soon as you get strong, you will be fine." He raised her up from the chair with a wide grin on his face. Padme kept herself quite, from a lack of words, and worrying about saying the wrong thing, she didn't want to test his anger in any way.
"Our destinies, will be entwined, soon enough, my mistress." Vorsha sat her down on the bed and he sat not far away from her.
"Padme cringed at the comment, she knew her next words would probably cost her, but she had to get them out. "In you dreams!"
"Its VORSHA to you." He slapped her across her face, making her head swell with excruciating pain. "I will have you!"
******
Vorsha stared deeply at her, ready to hit her any moment. He reached out his hands to do it again, and Padme, still holding her face in her hands, flinched inwardly. His hand raised to her face, but then calmly slowed. He grabbed her face in his hands, as if he had never even hit her, with care and grace. He caressed her temple with his rough finger tips. At first Padme didn't have a clue what he was doing to her, but she soon figured it out, and tried her best to fight out of his hold. She couldn't get away. He was holding her in some way with the Force, every moved she made would get her no where.
She felt Vorsha in her mind. She tried to fight him off, to shield him, but she couldn't concentrate, she couldn't focus on one thing. She felt his presence go through her life memories, replaying all the important ones. She saw them all, the same as Vorsha. He was collecting her past, sorting through all the ones he would be erasing. They viewed her child hood, memories of her sister, and her parents; her father, how he would tickle her away every morning until she left them. They saw he memories of her time as the Queen of Naboo; the Trade Federation; Anakin, saving the planet.
Are you an Angel? Anakin's sweet child hood voice rang through both their minds. Your a funny little boy. She saw her younger self answer.
I'm going to marry you someday.
Many things will change when we get to the capital, but my caring for you will remain. She saw herself in the orange handmaiden dress, talking to the young, and cold Anakin. I care for you too. She saw the truth of his statement in the clear blue eyes that showed nothing but love.
You too. More beautiful I mean. For a Senator.. She remembered the nervous and stuttering handsome Jedi that changed her life.
I don't like sand. Its rough, and coarse. And it gets everywhere! Unlike here. Where everything is ... soft ... and smooth.
The memories came flowing back, each time she relived them, and the pain of knowing that Vorsha would rid of them all.
No, I'm much too afraid to tease a senator.
You are in my very soul tormenting me.
More memories flew through her mind and into Vorsha's. A silent fit of tears streamed down her face, she was having to relive every detail of when she fell in love with her soulmate.
I cant breathe!
More memories, they began to speed up.
I am tormented by the kiss you never should have giving me.
More tears streamed down her face, and then the time period changed. They were at the Jedi Temple now. Memories of the night they had been told the Council was ok with their marriage, of their friends, their good days.
Congradulations, on your marriage. Fine with it we are. She remembered being shocked at the tiny Masters words.
She remembered the crashing waves against the shore of Alderran. Anakin's sweet smell embedded in the scarf loosely tied around her eyes, on the romantic getaway he surprised her with. The soft sand in between her toes, as they lay in each others arms on the beach, naming stars, and showing their love.
Those were the good days, the things she wanted to remember, and Vorsha was going to steal that from her. Her anger flared, Vorsha put his shields stronger, but they were already strong enough to stop her. She concentrated back on her memories, so focused, as if taking in every tiny detail.
She saw more of the beach. The shore the crashing waves against the rocks. The tall grassy meadow with water falls in the background? Her memory changed. Changed to a vision, she saw the meadow, heard the crashing of the waterfalls in the background. She saw Obi-Wan and Starr. She saw Anakin. He was ahead of them, hurrying, looking. For her. She tried to call out to him, but no words formed.
I have to do something Padme though, using all the shielding power she could muster. She realized that what she had seen, was not a memory, or event in the future, but what and where Anakin was now. He was on his way to save her.
I have to hold, out longer! She thought out a plan.
She couldn't think of anything that could stop Vorsha, other than letting him erase her memory, and change it to his liking. More memories of her beloved Anakin passed through, it felt it had been days since Vorsha started. She saw Anakin on their wedding day, the passion and fire in his eyes, it seemed to be calling out to her and only her.
I got it! Padme discovered something she could use.
She gathered all her shielding capabilities and calmly breathed in and out, using her Force strength and her love for Anakin, she made and unbreakable shield around her memories. She knew that Vorsha would know this, so continued to send her memories to him, but when he sent wanted memories to her, she would be prepared.
She would keep her memories, and except the ones he was giving. She would pretend to be Vorsha's. She would pretend to love the Sith, that scared her for life. She would do all of this. All of this, to get back to Anakin. For Anakin.
Vorsha though he erased her memories, and slowly began to feed the memories he wanted her to know into her mind. She took these, almost greedily. She focused on every detail of what he wanted her to look like, the way he wanted her to act, the way he wanted her to speak. Every detail, even down to what make-up, and hair style.
Everything is so dark. She began to feel light headed as more and more memories emptied in to her mind.
All for Anakin She repeated whispering in her thoughts. All for my Anakin.
Anakin.................
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Vorsha finally began to loosen his grip on her head, satisfied, that he had done a good job, and that she welcomely took the memories Of course she would. He told himself. She needs something to live off of.
Her tightened his hands on her head once again, but instead of sorting through her memories, her brought her head to his lips and gave her a fiery kiss on her forehead. Padme though tired from all the strength she had to use, worn, out and hungry, still had enough reason to be disgusted by the action, yet she said nothing. She kept still, sorting through the memories Vorsha just "Implanted" in her.
Vorsha eventually pulled away, Padme still looked down, as if to weak to look up. Vorsha raised her paled face to look him dead in the eyes. His eyes had darkened a little from the dark side use, but other than that they still held the fiery passion he held for Padme.
"My Empress." He whispered still staring at her.
Padme was disgusted at the though of having to be with this sorry excuse for a man, and having to pretend to be his, and only his. And worst of all, act like there is no such person as Anakin. I cannot be his 'Empress' we have not wed! She made sure to block her thoughts from him.
"Milord." She answered back, searching through the fake memories again.
Another smile graced his masculine features. It worked well. He got off the large bed, kissed Padme on the cheek with another one of his fiery kisses, and turned to leave her in the room, to ready for dinner. "Get ready for dinner, we will have it in 2 hours, and then we have 'things' to attend to." He left the room, leaving Padme to listen for a locking sound. She heard it. He's still not sure She laughed to herself.
Padme finally got off the bed, after laying back down and sorting out her plan. She didn't exactly know when Anakin would arrive, or what would be happening with her and Vorsha when he did, but she hoped he would arrive soon. She could only hold Vorsha off for so long. She walked over to the Vanity again and sat in the chair. She looked at herself again, her skin had gain a little more color, but she figured it would gain more after she had eaten any how. Her hair still hung in thick black curls, and her eyes were now a reddish timber colored, instead of the warm chocolate brown they once were.
A price to pay. She tried to comfort herself. One of the details he wanted in me I assume. She looked back at her reflection. She sat staring at her changed reflection, sorting through the memories of what Vorsha wanted her to look like, dress like, and act like. She took one last look at the what was left at the person she once was, and slowly began to apply the layers of dark make-up, to make her look more like a Sith Empress, and to give her an evil touch.
This is all for Anakin She kept reminding herself, as she walked into the closet filled with thick black layered gowns. All for Anakin
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