rain
Theed, in storm. Vader finds her in the garden, naked and pale, slick with rain and dark-eyed.
"Padmé," he says, thick black rasp cutting through the sound of rain against the stones.
She turns to him, dark-eyed, wet. "Annie?" she asks. "I've lost my dress."
"Come," he says. "You are not to leave your chambers."
"I only wanted to see the rain," she pleads.
"Padmé," he says, and reaches for her.
She takes his hand, bare against the black.
"Annie. Annie. I've lost my dress. Please."
"Come," Vader says, again. "We leave Naboo shortly."
His cloak swallows her, black against the bare.