Dark's Day13

Padme Organa stood outside of the room, shaking slightly. She hadn't entered this room for eighteen years. When she'd first arrived on Alderaan she'd locked everything to do with her old life in this room. Things from her time as queen, things from her time as senator and things from her time as Mrs Skywalker.

The idea of going into this room again, seeing her past again scared her. But she knew she couldn't run forever. She reached into the pocket of her long, elegant gown and pulled out a medium sized silver key. She fitted the key into the lock and it slowly turned. She pushed and the heavy oak door swung open.

The dust that floated out nearly made her choke, but she held her breath and brushed it aside. Then it all came into view. The mannequin's wearing her old dresses. She walked along them. The dress she'd worn when she'd become senator, the dress she'd worn for her coronation and her first wedding dress. She stopped and looked at it. It was a sad sight, half yellowed with age and covered in a thick layer of dust. She brushed it down feeling its silky texture once again. It looked almost pretty again, it didn't deserve to be shut away up here, none of these clothes did. Then there were the boxes, full old data pads, headdresses and jewellery.

In a small oak box she found a necklace Anakin had given her when he was ten and her first wedding ring.

Feeling guilty she slipped it onto her finger. It was just a plain metal ring; completely different to the ornate golden ring set with valuable gems Bail had given her. She smiled slightly the two men she'd married were as completely different as the two rings they'd given her.

But Anakin's ring no longer belonged on her finger. She slipped it off and put it back into the box. This she put away again. The next item caused her the most pain. It was just a piece of paper. The families of many innocents had received them during the Clone wars. However no other Jedi widows.

It simply read.

"Jedi, Anakin Skywalker lost in action." Underneath it there was an untidy scrawl.

"Padme, Anakin's body was never found. He could possibly be alive. Don't give in Padme, you must be strong. Your friend Obi-Wan Kenobi."

She quickly put the letter down, wiping the tears that were pouring down her face away. Anakin had never even had a funeral that was what hurt most. He had never been officially remembered, it was as if he was still lingering.

Then she found the box containing items that had belonged to her handmaidens. Most had been sent back to their families after their deaths. But Dorme's family had been dead so Padme had been left with her things, after Dorme had died in a tragic speeder accident.

Inside the box she found something that puzzled her. A large Data pad marked "Diary". She didn't know that Dorme had kept a diary. Curiosity over coming her she pocketed the data pad.

Then she pulled the dresses of the mannequins' it was time they were worn again.