A Mother's Tears
Padmé Naberrié Amidala Skywalker stood in front of a window looking down upon the lush world of Ithor. It was a breath taking sight, but it did nothing to sooth the pain in her heart.
She reached into the pocket of her dress and pulled out a small holoprojector and she turned it on. An image of herself holding Leia and Anakin holding Luke side by side appeared. Tears stung her eyes and a lump formed in her throat. She missed them so much, all she wanted was to be with her family, to hold and cuddle Luke and Leia, to have Anakin hold her and tell her he loved her. To feel safe and secure once more, to just let the world slip away to nothing.
A tear slid down her cheek, she closed her eyes and remembered the feel of Luke and Leia in her arms. Luke had Anakin's blond hair and blue eyes, he would be just as handsome as him. Leia had Padmé's coloring and Anakin had often said she looked like a miniature of Padmé, while Padmé often wondered if she would be involved in politics like she had been.
The former Senator and Nubian Queen heard someone coming up behind her, she turned off the projector and did her best to compose herself.
^Is there anything you need, My Lady?^ the voice of an Ithorian asked.
She turned and looked at the speaker.
"Thank you, but I am fine. Everything here is lovely." She smiled and hoped that her voice didn't quaver too much.
^You miss your family.^ Tan Klan stated gently.
Tears rose up in her eyes.
"Yes."
^I share your pain. My son was killed in the war and my daughter has gone to the forest floor.^
"I am sorry." Padmé placed a comforting hand on his arm.
^He died bravely, my wife and I are proud of him.^
"I thought your people didn't believe in war," Padmé quietly said, confused.
^We do not like war, but our son saw that he was needed to protect what he loved. He will be honored among our people,^ he told her.
"It still must be hard to lose a child," Padmé said.
^Yes, some wounds never go away, but they all begin to heal with time.^
Padmé nodded.
^You will see this some day.^
"I do not fear so much my wounds as those I have inflicted, however indirectly, on the galaxy." She hung her head in shame.
^You fear both, but do not worry, he fooled us all, few will blame you. You are loved by many, that is why he feared you so.^ Tan Klan told her.
Padmé closed her eyes. "I was so blind," she said quietly. "How could I not have seen him for what he was?"
^As I told you before, he fooled everyone, even the Jedi.^ Tan Klan gently reminded her. ^Do not take more than is your due.^
"I can't help it! I helped him become Chancellor; he was of my planet! I should have stopped him when I had the chance and not taken his advice on the vote of no confidence!" she replied passionately.
^You will learn with time not to.^ he told her ^You should rest my Lady. You have had a long restless day and you will know many more before you know peace.^
Padmé nodded.
^May your dreams be those of a better time...for us all.^
"Thank you, I wish you the same."
Tan Klan nodded. He bowed to Padmé, turned and left.
Padmé went to her bedroom; she got undressed, sipped on a nightgown and let down her hair. She walked toward her bed and paused. She turned back to where she had laid her dress, reached into the pocket and pulled out the holoprojector. She set it on the nightstand and turned it on and climbed in bed. She lay there looking at the holo, wishing with all her heart that she could go back to that day and be with her family. Tears slid down her cheeks silently. She cried, she cried for her family, her friends, her galaxy, she cried late into the night. She never remembered falling to sleep, only that her sleep was mercifully dreamless and that for the first time in months she was able to forget everything that had happened. For the first time in months she was able to sleep soundly. ~*~
Sorry about Tan Klan's dialogue being all messed up. I just fixed it...I hope.
Padmé Naberrié Amidala Skywalker stood in front of a window looking down upon the lush world of Ithor. It was a breath taking sight, but it did nothing to sooth the pain in her heart.
She reached into the pocket of her dress and pulled out a small holoprojector and she turned it on. An image of herself holding Leia and Anakin holding Luke side by side appeared. Tears stung her eyes and a lump formed in her throat. She missed them so much, all she wanted was to be with her family, to hold and cuddle Luke and Leia, to have Anakin hold her and tell her he loved her. To feel safe and secure once more, to just let the world slip away to nothing.
A tear slid down her cheek, she closed her eyes and remembered the feel of Luke and Leia in her arms. Luke had Anakin's blond hair and blue eyes, he would be just as handsome as him. Leia had Padmé's coloring and Anakin had often said she looked like a miniature of Padmé, while Padmé often wondered if she would be involved in politics like she had been.
The former Senator and Nubian Queen heard someone coming up behind her, she turned off the projector and did her best to compose herself.
^Is there anything you need, My Lady?^ the voice of an Ithorian asked.
She turned and looked at the speaker.
"Thank you, but I am fine. Everything here is lovely." She smiled and hoped that her voice didn't quaver too much.
^You miss your family.^ Tan Klan stated gently.
Tears rose up in her eyes.
"Yes."
^I share your pain. My son was killed in the war and my daughter has gone to the forest floor.^
"I am sorry." Padmé placed a comforting hand on his arm.
^He died bravely, my wife and I are proud of him.^
"I thought your people didn't believe in war," Padmé quietly said, confused.
^We do not like war, but our son saw that he was needed to protect what he loved. He will be honored among our people,^ he told her.
"It still must be hard to lose a child," Padmé said.
^Yes, some wounds never go away, but they all begin to heal with time.^
Padmé nodded.
^You will see this some day.^
"I do not fear so much my wounds as those I have inflicted, however indirectly, on the galaxy." She hung her head in shame.
^You fear both, but do not worry, he fooled us all, few will blame you. You are loved by many, that is why he feared you so.^ Tan Klan told her.
Padmé closed her eyes. "I was so blind," she said quietly. "How could I not have seen him for what he was?"
^As I told you before, he fooled everyone, even the Jedi.^ Tan Klan gently reminded her. ^Do not take more than is your due.^
"I can't help it! I helped him become Chancellor; he was of my planet! I should have stopped him when I had the chance and not taken his advice on the vote of no confidence!" she replied passionately.
^You will learn with time not to.^ he told her ^You should rest my Lady. You have had a long restless day and you will know many more before you know peace.^
Padmé nodded.
^May your dreams be those of a better time...for us all.^
"Thank you, I wish you the same."
Tan Klan nodded. He bowed to Padmé, turned and left.
Padmé went to her bedroom; she got undressed, sipped on a nightgown and let down her hair. She walked toward her bed and paused. She turned back to where she had laid her dress, reached into the pocket and pulled out the holoprojector. She set it on the nightstand and turned it on and climbed in bed. She lay there looking at the holo, wishing with all her heart that she could go back to that day and be with her family. Tears slid down her cheeks silently. She cried, she cried for her family, her friends, her galaxy, she cried late into the night. She never remembered falling to sleep, only that her sleep was mercifully dreamless and that for the first time in months she was able to forget everything that had happened. For the first time in months she was able to sleep soundly. ~*~
Sorry about Tan Klan's dialogue being all messed up. I just fixed it...I hope.