A couple of hours later, Anakin opened his bleary eyes. He looked around and found himself in his room. He was laying on his bed, still in his work out pants, His side and his arm had been wrapped in crisp white bandages. He looked around and saw Padmé dozing in a nearby chair. He smiled. He tired to sit up, but groaned from the momentary pain in his side.
Padmé's eyes fluttered open at the sound, and a smile formed on her lips. She got up from her seat, and walked over to stand next to him. Her long, curly brown hair had been pulled into a messy braid, and she was wearing a rose-colored handmaiden robe. She reached out, and gently touched his forehead.
"How are you feeling?" Padmé asked.
Anakin sighed. "I've been better." He admitted.
"I'm sure." She responded, and sat on the side of his bed.
"How long have I been out? What's the time?" Anakin questioned.
"You're been out for a good couple of hours. Everyone's asleep, but I wanted to stay here tonight, and make sure that you were going to be okay." She answered.
"Thank you, Padmé." Anakin said with a smile.
Padmé began brushing his hair out of his face, with her fingers. He sighed softly and closed his eyes. Padmé softly began to sing. The sound echoed off the walls, and filled Anakin's ears with it's sweet sound. Slowly, Anakin felt his eyes becoming heavier, and fell back into sleep.
In another room, someone else listened to Padmé's song, but they weren't entranced like Anakin was. In that room, that someone else watched Anakin drift to sleep, but they weren't touched like Padmé was. That person had a very different opinion of the two.
They had anger, bubbling into hate, as they gazed through the force at the pair. They had almost been rid of half the nuisance, with the help of Obi-Wan Kenobi, but then that retched girl had come into the picture.
At first they hadn't been planning to kill the girl. In fact, they had allowed their previous attacks to be stopped on purpose. Not only to get Obi-Wan and Anakin away from the Jedi Council, but because they had no reason to really dislike the Queen. Now they did.
Now was time for more drastic actions. Actions that wouldn't fail. Actions that would happen at the upcoming ball. And actions that would finally rid them of the pair. Once those two were gone, the would have no problems becoming the next Sith Apprentice. Darth Sidious would not refuse them, once they had ridded the Universe of the Chosen One.
They smiled, knowing that it would happen. Knowing that they would become the most powerful Dark Lord ever. They waved their hand, and the image of the pair faded. In its place, and image of the Queens handmaiden appeared. They smiled. The lovely little Sabé was preparing bubble bath in the large tub before her. She was still clothed, and they decided to allow her some dignity, and waved their hand. The image faded into blackness.
They turned from the spot they had been gazing at, and walked over to the window They spent the rest of the night staring into the sky, and going over their plans again and again, until they were perfect.
Padmé's eyes fluttered open at the sound, and a smile formed on her lips. She got up from her seat, and walked over to stand next to him. Her long, curly brown hair had been pulled into a messy braid, and she was wearing a rose-colored handmaiden robe. She reached out, and gently touched his forehead.
"How are you feeling?" Padmé asked.
Anakin sighed. "I've been better." He admitted.
"I'm sure." She responded, and sat on the side of his bed.
"How long have I been out? What's the time?" Anakin questioned.
"You're been out for a good couple of hours. Everyone's asleep, but I wanted to stay here tonight, and make sure that you were going to be okay." She answered.
"Thank you, Padmé." Anakin said with a smile.
Padmé began brushing his hair out of his face, with her fingers. He sighed softly and closed his eyes. Padmé softly began to sing. The sound echoed off the walls, and filled Anakin's ears with it's sweet sound. Slowly, Anakin felt his eyes becoming heavier, and fell back into sleep.
In another room, someone else listened to Padmé's song, but they weren't entranced like Anakin was. In that room, that someone else watched Anakin drift to sleep, but they weren't touched like Padmé was. That person had a very different opinion of the two.
They had anger, bubbling into hate, as they gazed through the force at the pair. They had almost been rid of half the nuisance, with the help of Obi-Wan Kenobi, but then that retched girl had come into the picture.
At first they hadn't been planning to kill the girl. In fact, they had allowed their previous attacks to be stopped on purpose. Not only to get Obi-Wan and Anakin away from the Jedi Council, but because they had no reason to really dislike the Queen. Now they did.
Now was time for more drastic actions. Actions that wouldn't fail. Actions that would happen at the upcoming ball. And actions that would finally rid them of the pair. Once those two were gone, the would have no problems becoming the next Sith Apprentice. Darth Sidious would not refuse them, once they had ridded the Universe of the Chosen One.
They smiled, knowing that it would happen. Knowing that they would become the most powerful Dark Lord ever. They waved their hand, and the image of the pair faded. In its place, and image of the Queens handmaiden appeared. They smiled. The lovely little Sabé was preparing bubble bath in the large tub before her. She was still clothed, and they decided to allow her some dignity, and waved their hand. The image faded into blackness.
They turned from the spot they had been gazing at, and walked over to the window They spent the rest of the night staring into the sky, and going over their plans again and again, until they were perfect.