POST NO# 52
Amidala was at the window. Through the branches of a nearby tree, she could see the assembled men and still not be seen, and she hadn't missed any thing either. She thanked the stars the Naboo press was not here at this time. She would not be able to show her face to the known galaxy for the next hundred years.
Though Anakin had traveled to countless systems and was familiar with most of their laws and customs. Naboo laws and customs were very different from the rest of the galaxy in that it had hardly changed for thousands of years. Anakin needed some-no lots of-coaching in Naboo protocols and etiquette especially concerning family and tribal customs.
With a heavy sigh she stared at the great shining globe of the full blue moon swimming just above the dark undulating ocean of the Kara trees tops.
A melancholy descended upon her that she could not explain. Why did she feel so low? So unloved. She was the queen, the ruler, loved and respected by all of Naboo. Within 25 years of her young life she had achieved almost all her goals. And yet...
She felt so empty. Yes! In all these years she had not found love. Naboo Men considered it an honor to die for their queen-but none would come forward and confess their love for her-except the various off world princes- but then they came after the Queen not her. They wanted consorts worthy of their status, would they have considered her if she were a commoner?
Here it was her wedding night. The most precious and momentous moment in a Naboo woman's life-the first time she and her life partner would be together.
But there was Anakin laughing off his head and having a fine time with the men. Had it even crossed his mind that she might be lonely? How she yearned for him
"But that is my fault! How could I have struck him? What happened to me?" This was the second time that she had reacted grossly in the most unpredictable way-She could not understand, why she was acting so unreasonably.
Suddenly she realized the reason behind her rash actions-she was guarding herself from the truth that had dawned on her subconsciously-that she loved him-but the practical side of her chose to deny it and suppress it. It was a good ploy to avoid confusing situations, as a queen this trait was an invaluable asset.
"Yes I do love him!" She whispered to herself as though she'd just made a new discovery. He was young, rash, and inexperienced and without status, but he was the only man in the universe who had loved her and not the queen, and had the courage to confess it to her.
All she wanted now was to be with him just once to clear the misunderstandings. Her heart raced at the thought of his arms around her, his warm kisses "why had I pushed him away? What was I thinking?" She chided herself. "He will never forgive me now," She thought sadly. "He doesn't even need me-he's a Jedi! He can always manage on his own."
Amidala was at the window. Through the branches of a nearby tree, she could see the assembled men and still not be seen, and she hadn't missed any thing either. She thanked the stars the Naboo press was not here at this time. She would not be able to show her face to the known galaxy for the next hundred years.
Though Anakin had traveled to countless systems and was familiar with most of their laws and customs. Naboo laws and customs were very different from the rest of the galaxy in that it had hardly changed for thousands of years. Anakin needed some-no lots of-coaching in Naboo protocols and etiquette especially concerning family and tribal customs.
With a heavy sigh she stared at the great shining globe of the full blue moon swimming just above the dark undulating ocean of the Kara trees tops.
A melancholy descended upon her that she could not explain. Why did she feel so low? So unloved. She was the queen, the ruler, loved and respected by all of Naboo. Within 25 years of her young life she had achieved almost all her goals. And yet...
She felt so empty. Yes! In all these years she had not found love. Naboo Men considered it an honor to die for their queen-but none would come forward and confess their love for her-except the various off world princes- but then they came after the Queen not her. They wanted consorts worthy of their status, would they have considered her if she were a commoner?
Here it was her wedding night. The most precious and momentous moment in a Naboo woman's life-the first time she and her life partner would be together.
But there was Anakin laughing off his head and having a fine time with the men. Had it even crossed his mind that she might be lonely? How she yearned for him
"But that is my fault! How could I have struck him? What happened to me?" This was the second time that she had reacted grossly in the most unpredictable way-She could not understand, why she was acting so unreasonably.
Suddenly she realized the reason behind her rash actions-she was guarding herself from the truth that had dawned on her subconsciously-that she loved him-but the practical side of her chose to deny it and suppress it. It was a good ploy to avoid confusing situations, as a queen this trait was an invaluable asset.
"Yes I do love him!" She whispered to herself as though she'd just made a new discovery. He was young, rash, and inexperienced and without status, but he was the only man in the universe who had loved her and not the queen, and had the courage to confess it to her.
All she wanted now was to be with him just once to clear the misunderstandings. Her heart raced at the thought of his arms around her, his warm kisses "why had I pushed him away? What was I thinking?" She chided herself. "He will never forgive me now," She thought sadly. "He doesn't even need me-he's a Jedi! He can always manage on his own."