Chapter Sixteen

Crowds of Naboo citizens filled the streets of Theed leading up to the Grand Royal palace. All eyes were upon the large double doors at the top of the palace steps. The doors slowly began opening and a single trumpeter heralded the exit of Senator Amidala-Kenobi and her husband, Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. The crowd murmured and applauded, holding back their enthusiasm, already being aware that the Senator had made her wedding vows nearly two months ago. What the crowd was waiting for was the appearance of the couple who followed behind the senator. Dorme, the late Queen's faithful and beloved handmaiden appeared on the arm of her husband, Jedi Anakin Skywalker. As the young handsome knight leaned down to kiss his beautiful new bride, the crowd erupted into cheers and applause. Padme waved her appreciation to the crowd and the couples retreated back into the palace to prepare for the wedding reception and ball immediately following.

Not inclined to dancing, Obi-Wan sat next to Padme at a small dining table in the Grand Ballroom, watching Anakin and Dorme move smoothly across the marble floor, Anakin occasionally stealing a kiss from his blushing bride.

Padme sighed audibly, and Obi-Wan leaned over to place a kiss of his own on her cheek. "Are you sure you don't want to dance?"

"I'm sure." Obi-Wan could barely contain the humor in his voice.

Slightly disappointed, Padme turned back to watch the handsome couple slowing their steps in time to the beautiful song the band had just started playing. "They look so good dancing together. Dancing is so romantic."

Obi-Wan looked once more at Padme, suddenly feeling a bit poetic himself. "You want romance?"

Padme turned to Obi-Wan suspiciously, who leaned toward her, grasping both of her hands and then started singing the words of the beautiful Alderaanian love ballad. Unlike Anakin's awful attempts at a serenade, Obi-Wan's voice was pure, strong, and on key. Her heart melted as he continued singing until the song ended before placing a gentle kiss to her sighing lips.

"Who needs dancing! Obi-Wan, that was beautiful. If you ever decide to change careers, I know one that you would be very good at."

"Thank you darling, but I only sing for an audience of one." He placed a quick kiss to the end of her nose. "So, what do you think Dorme is going to do with all her time?"

"She still wants to be employed as my personal bodyguard, so I have purchased the apartment next to mine for her and Anakin. She will be close, but it will give her enough privacy. But I don't believe that's what you meant, is it?" She cocked one eyebrow at her grinning husband.

"I was just wondering now that she has gotten us married, saved Shmi, and gotten herself married, what trouble she can get herself into."

"Oh, I'm sure she'll find a way." Padme chuckled.

Just then, Obi-Wan and Padme glanced back across the room to see Dorme introducing Shmi to Ric Olie. Ric took Shmi's hand and led her out onto the dance floor, and Dorme turned to look at Padme with a very mischevious look on her face.

Padme simply shook her head. "Here we go again!"

The End...or is it? ; )

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