Padme warned herself not to scream, she counted to ten and tried to breath, but the red mist was beginning to settle before her eyes. She knew that Obi Wan was making sense but she hated that Obi Wan had pointed it out. She sighed, she and Obi Wan had gotten on so well all night, she had opened up so much to him and this one comment had ruined it all.
"Padme, this is completely unrealistic, we have to work together or this war will either go on forever or we're going to lose"
"Obi Wan I have been in command of this squadron for over two years, I have worked hard and won important battles. I don't need you to tell me how to be in command"
"I'm not trying to tell you how to be in command" Obi Wan replied testily.
"Yes you are! Do not tell me what to do!"
"Why is it you have to be in charge of everything Padme, I'm trying to help you. Anakin is trying to help you but you are so stuck up and blind you can't see it"
Padme backed up a step, her eyes brimming with anger and hostility
"Are you going to apologise?" she asked.
"No"
"Padme we can't be enemies here" Obi Wan said quietly, his intense blue green eyes bore into her own unflinchingly until Padme took a breath and let it go. She had blown up at him and she had not meant to, she knew he was not right. She was not cold she was just protective of what was hers.
She didn't like how Obi Wan looked at her, talked to her as if she were not a leading member of a rebellion, it was a part of her that had died when she was a little girl, she was not Anakin she could not see the good in everything.
She was attracted to Obi Wan, she would admit that readily, she was a woman, however she had never reacted as strongly to a man before, yet if she was honest no man had spoken to her like Obi Wan before.
"Let me help you Padme" he took a step forward.