post no# 49-39
Hena looked quizzically after the retreating figure then shrugging she let herself into the room. She had a small smile on her face as she entered which disappeared as soon as she saw the (melancholic) queen.
"I brought you something to eat your highness." She said as she put the tray on the table.
To avoid meeting her stare Amidala stood up and began to shed the outer gown; Hena hurried over to help her take it off.
"You want me to help with your hair?" Hena asked as she draped the gown neatly on the back of the couch. Amidala had to comply; she wondered how messed up her hair must be for the nurse to notice, as it was the length of her hair made it impossible to manage alone.
She seated herself in front of the dresser mirror while Hena stood behind her brush in hand.
"Master Anakin seemed to be angry at something," Hena said in an off-handed way as she gently untangled the dark tresses with a brush.
"Well umm! I… we had a small disagreement," Amidala said rather curtly. She didn't like Hena nosing into her personal matters.
"Well!" Hena said getting the message, "It seems that the both of you had made at least some progress." She looked in the mirror at Amidala to see her reaction. Amidala turned to her sharply, was this women jesting with her, "What do you mean? She asked coldly.
"Master Anakin left in such a hurry," Hena said. She paused as she concentrated on brushing the hair. "He didn't let me tell him…."
Anakin stood in the shadows under a tree. He had meant to join the group of male guests drinking at a long table in the middle of the garden. But he wasn't ready yet to talk to any one. A storm raged inside him. His emotions were boiling to over load.
Anakin swallowed hard, taking in a big breath he leaned back against the tree trunk. He closed his eyes tight, trying to block the pictures-the soft lips, the dark silky hair, the feel of her soft creamy skin… Anakin gripped the left side of his chest.
Jedi training had prepared him for every kind of situation, war, strife, famine, celebrations, victory and defeat but not this, Anakin thought his heart would burst.
Loud and raucous laughter interrupted his dark brooding. Anakin could hear them well; it was Liane with another of his off color jokes. Seeing them so light hearted made his mood light too. Taking a big breath he walked towards the group.
"Tell him what? Amidala pressed.
"To clean his face-it was obviously smeared all over with lip stick."
Amidala's eyes grew round with shock, then her lips curled into an involuntary smile.
They heard sudden laughter from below. The two of them ran to the balcony.
Hena looked quizzically after the retreating figure then shrugging she let herself into the room. She had a small smile on her face as she entered which disappeared as soon as she saw the (melancholic) queen.
"I brought you something to eat your highness." She said as she put the tray on the table.
To avoid meeting her stare Amidala stood up and began to shed the outer gown; Hena hurried over to help her take it off.
"You want me to help with your hair?" Hena asked as she draped the gown neatly on the back of the couch. Amidala had to comply; she wondered how messed up her hair must be for the nurse to notice, as it was the length of her hair made it impossible to manage alone.
She seated herself in front of the dresser mirror while Hena stood behind her brush in hand.
"Master Anakin seemed to be angry at something," Hena said in an off-handed way as she gently untangled the dark tresses with a brush.
"Well umm! I… we had a small disagreement," Amidala said rather curtly. She didn't like Hena nosing into her personal matters.
"Well!" Hena said getting the message, "It seems that the both of you had made at least some progress." She looked in the mirror at Amidala to see her reaction. Amidala turned to her sharply, was this women jesting with her, "What do you mean? She asked coldly.
"Master Anakin left in such a hurry," Hena said. She paused as she concentrated on brushing the hair. "He didn't let me tell him…."
Anakin stood in the shadows under a tree. He had meant to join the group of male guests drinking at a long table in the middle of the garden. But he wasn't ready yet to talk to any one. A storm raged inside him. His emotions were boiling to over load.
Anakin swallowed hard, taking in a big breath he leaned back against the tree trunk. He closed his eyes tight, trying to block the pictures-the soft lips, the dark silky hair, the feel of her soft creamy skin… Anakin gripped the left side of his chest.
Jedi training had prepared him for every kind of situation, war, strife, famine, celebrations, victory and defeat but not this, Anakin thought his heart would burst.
Loud and raucous laughter interrupted his dark brooding. Anakin could hear them well; it was Liane with another of his off color jokes. Seeing them so light hearted made his mood light too. Taking a big breath he walked towards the group.
"Tell him what? Amidala pressed.
"To clean his face-it was obviously smeared all over with lip stick."
Amidala's eyes grew round with shock, then her lips curled into an involuntary smile.
They heard sudden laughter from below. The two of them ran to the balcony.