Obi-Wan watched just long enough to ensure that the Sith warrior he had just defeated was actually dead, his body plummeting to the waterfall far below before he rushed back into the palace and to Qui-Gon's side.
He peeled away the scorched vest and tunic to reveal the fatal wound, his face grimacing in disappointment. There was too much internal damage and too much time had passed. Perhaps if he hurried. He began to surround himself with the Force and applied both of his hands over the wound, but Qui-Gon's raspy voice stopped him.
"No. It's too late."
Blue eyes with dilated pupils stared blankly up at him and Obi-Wan realized with despair that he couldn't help him.
"Get my priest." The older man rasped out and Obi-Wan immediately ran to the adjoining conference room, interrupting the war council to make the King's request.
A short, pudgy man hurried through the crowd and followed the knight back into the offices. They joined Padmé in a kneeling position next the older man's body.
"Padmé?" Qui-Gon whispered to the grieving woman hovering over him. "Marry me?"
Obi-Wan was taken aback slightly by the request, but the Force revealed to him that Qui-Gon would not live much longer and he acknowledged the request for what it was. A final attempt to give Padmé and her people the security she needed and the happiness that Qui-Gon wanted.
"Of course I will." The young woman responded through her tears.
Obi-Wan kept silent as the priest read their vows over the king's prone body, both of them promising to love and protect one another until the day of their deaths. Padmé sealed her promise with a kiss to the king's quivering but peaceful smile.
"Obi-Wan?"
His name was barely audible and the knight knelt down closer to the older man to hear him.
"Forgive me. I know what is it to experience love and loss." Another small smile creased his ashen face. "Take care of her for me."
With a final effort, Qui-Gon placed Obi-Wan's hand over Padmé's, before his own fell to the floor with a thud, a hissing release of air coming forth from his damaged lungs.
The room fell silent just before the priest began reciting last rites and Padmé gripped Obi-Wan's hand tightly, her body rocking back and forth with mournful sobs as she grieved the passing of her husband, the King of Naboo.