POST # 41
Amidala wished she hadn't come here in the first place. It was getting dangerous here.
Though they could not try the Queen, she searched for a way out with Anakin's skin and her dignity intact. If all else failed she would let Anakin make a run for it.
The messenger arrived; Anakin was waiting at the lakeside when he arrived. He had a message from Obi-wan, it seemed that it wasn't possible for them to send the bongo right away-the only bongo in their services was on a mission to Otoh Gunga where a delegation of Naboo was negotiating for Gungan help in the current situation. Anakin gave the news to Amidala, but she was not happy. She would've liked it if they'd sent the Bongo with the boy.
Amidala was hoping outside help might just come before she was forced into any difficult situations. Anakin wasn't the consort she was thinking about. She thought now about the prince. What if she had accepted his proposal? Certainly she would not be in this mess. One message would've put thousands of troop and armor at her disposal and she wouldn't be a helpless fugitive at the mercy of a pagan tribe's pagan laws like she was now. Perhaps she should not have been so complacent about her political position.
Suddenly she felt so helpless and vulnerable. She heaved a big sigh as she threw her self among the pillows on the bed.
"Yes! What she needed right now was a strong consort, one she could depend on. Not a boy five years her younger. A Jedi padawan, wanting in experience. What would the people say about him?" She thought of the press that would be filled with his inadequacies, they would not spare him nor forgive his mistakes.
The more she thought about it the more she feared that was the path she would've have to take.
She looked at the ceiling, as she turned around the days events in her mind. Getting up from the bed she walked over to the window and stared at the mountains far in the distance-at least hers eyes seemed to be staring. But her mind was doing the unthinkable.
Thinking of the possibilities of Anakin as her husband. Not as a consort but as her husband, could she love him-she just couldn't imagine him in that light. He was handsome no doubt but she'd always considered him as a younger brother or friend.
It seemed almost perverted for a sober twenty five year old queen to be tied in marriage to happy go lucky Jedi padawan. If any one had suggested it before she'd have considered it a bad joke.
To the Capa though nothing seemed to be amiss as far as age or status was concerned. To them the main quality for a choice husband was his strength and honor- to excel at the village sports and hunt well.
The door creaked behind her and she swung around, she didn't know why she did not want it to be Anakin. It was the chief. She felt her heart slip down to her toes. She hadn't yet decided-but then she knew there was no choice. As queen, she had to accept her fate. It was not the first time that she had sacrificed her own little dream for the good of the greater cause.
"Well!" Said the chief.
"Chief Wabaku! You are one of my most trusted and reliable friends. I have in fact always thought of you as a father-I would never betray or disgrace you in anyway." She said in a regal tone.
"So you have decided!"
"Yes!I…We have decided to attend your dinner, I support any action you take to keep your dignity intact. Exchanging the ring again will be no problem, as Anakin is my husband."
Wakabu gave her a wide toothless grin."
Amidala wished she hadn't come here in the first place. It was getting dangerous here.
Though they could not try the Queen, she searched for a way out with Anakin's skin and her dignity intact. If all else failed she would let Anakin make a run for it.
The messenger arrived; Anakin was waiting at the lakeside when he arrived. He had a message from Obi-wan, it seemed that it wasn't possible for them to send the bongo right away-the only bongo in their services was on a mission to Otoh Gunga where a delegation of Naboo was negotiating for Gungan help in the current situation. Anakin gave the news to Amidala, but she was not happy. She would've liked it if they'd sent the Bongo with the boy.
Amidala was hoping outside help might just come before she was forced into any difficult situations. Anakin wasn't the consort she was thinking about. She thought now about the prince. What if she had accepted his proposal? Certainly she would not be in this mess. One message would've put thousands of troop and armor at her disposal and she wouldn't be a helpless fugitive at the mercy of a pagan tribe's pagan laws like she was now. Perhaps she should not have been so complacent about her political position.
Suddenly she felt so helpless and vulnerable. She heaved a big sigh as she threw her self among the pillows on the bed.
"Yes! What she needed right now was a strong consort, one she could depend on. Not a boy five years her younger. A Jedi padawan, wanting in experience. What would the people say about him?" She thought of the press that would be filled with his inadequacies, they would not spare him nor forgive his mistakes.
The more she thought about it the more she feared that was the path she would've have to take.
She looked at the ceiling, as she turned around the days events in her mind. Getting up from the bed she walked over to the window and stared at the mountains far in the distance-at least hers eyes seemed to be staring. But her mind was doing the unthinkable.
Thinking of the possibilities of Anakin as her husband. Not as a consort but as her husband, could she love him-she just couldn't imagine him in that light. He was handsome no doubt but she'd always considered him as a younger brother or friend.
It seemed almost perverted for a sober twenty five year old queen to be tied in marriage to happy go lucky Jedi padawan. If any one had suggested it before she'd have considered it a bad joke.
To the Capa though nothing seemed to be amiss as far as age or status was concerned. To them the main quality for a choice husband was his strength and honor- to excel at the village sports and hunt well.
The door creaked behind her and she swung around, she didn't know why she did not want it to be Anakin. It was the chief. She felt her heart slip down to her toes. She hadn't yet decided-but then she knew there was no choice. As queen, she had to accept her fate. It was not the first time that she had sacrificed her own little dream for the good of the greater cause.
"Well!" Said the chief.
"Chief Wabaku! You are one of my most trusted and reliable friends. I have in fact always thought of you as a father-I would never betray or disgrace you in anyway." She said in a regal tone.
"So you have decided!"
"Yes!I…We have decided to attend your dinner, I support any action you take to keep your dignity intact. Exchanging the ring again will be no problem, as Anakin is my husband."
Wakabu gave her a wide toothless grin."