Part Eight: Wedding Planning
"How many times do I have to tell you? My system will not join the Republic. End of discussion."
Mon Montha gave a lengthy sigh, massaging her brow. She had known that becoming the Chancellor of a broken Republic would be a challenge...but dealing with Mand'alor Kryze was a different story entirely. "Your Grace...please at least consider - "
"The Republic and the Jedi destroyed my home for generations. I may be the son of a Jedi and a Republican citizen but I will not accept. You can bring this proposal in front of the Council of Clans when they meet next month, Chancellor...though maybe you should consider having protection."
She raised her eyebrows, staring at the young man who looked so eerily like General Kenobi. "Are you threatening me?"
Korkie Kryze had the audacity to chuckle, shaking his head. Even over a hologram he looked incredibly poised and regal. "I am simply pointing out that my people are easily offended - we will continue trading with the Republic and the Confederacy of States, but we will remain neutral. I hope that one day you can accept that."
"I...I will keep your words in mind, but nevertheless I will bring it before the Council of Clans."
"Mmm ...well unfortunately I will not be present. I have my parents wedding to attend. I will, however, pre record my thoughts on the matter for my Prime Minister to play. Have a good day Chancellor."
Mon could barely stop herself from reacting while the call was disconnected. When the news broke about the engagement between General Kenobi and Senator Kyze, the mags had been ecstatic for weeks. There had always been rumors between those two, but until she was colleagues with the Senator she never had to deal with reporters hounding her for a morsel of gossip.
How Amidala dealt with the media constantly hounding her was beyond her.
"I hate politics, I hate this government, I hate these money-laundering fools that think they can take bribes and not face consequences!"
Obi-Wan glanced from his datapad to his fiance, whom was busy tossing her satchel down and shrugging out of her cloak. He frowned a little at the bags under her eyes, knowing that she didn't do well after late nights in the Senate. Like tonight. "Bad night?"
"Horrible," she muttered, massaging her neck. With a sigh, she toed off her heels, tossing them in the foyer before padding into the living room and collapsing onto the couch beside him. "Everyone wants to focus on our wedding and not the relief efforts in the Outer Rim - I couldn't even discuss Mandalore refusing to join the Republic with the Senate!"
Obi-Wan leaned back, smiling slightly when she crawled into his lap and sighed heavily. "The Council is worse, I assure you. Master Yoda started a betting pool - apparently he believes we'll elope before we make it to the altar."
Satine laughed softly, burying her head into his shoulder. "That sounds like a good plan. I can handle arguing diplomats and screaming toddlers but wedding planners give me a headache."
"Oh, just give the planning to Anakin already. He lives for that stuff - he did Aayla and Kit's wedding remember?"
"Oh how could I forget? Your son fell into a fountain drunk."
"I fear for his liver, truly."
A small chuckle escaped her, though it was a little sad. Korkie's drinking had been the source of many arguments between the three of them. It had never been as bad as his father's, but it was still worrying. They had managed to keep it away from their daughters...for now.
The sounds of Coruscant filled the silence between them. It was an irritating sound at first, but now it was background noise. The lights of speeders cast shadows over the walls every few seconds.
"Girls asleep?" Satine muttered.
"Yeah - Freya still has that stomach bug, though she managed to sleep tonight. Jinn got grossed out by the puking, so Anakin came to pick her up around 10pm."
"Lillian slept through it?"
"Naturally."
Satine laughed, stretching out her fingers and touching his jaw. He looked at her, smiling a bit and pressing his lips to her palm. Shaking her head she scratched his scruff a bit, smiling at his chuckle before they kissed. It wasn't often they had a moment to themselves anymore - usually they went to bed only minutes after their daughters, exhausted by the many arguments Jinn had instigated and the endless chatter of Lillian. Only Freya was the quiet one, though she was prone to colds and stomach bugs.
"You're just as beautiful as the day I met you," Obi-Wan murmured when they parted, nosing at her neck.
"Your ring is on my finger and I've pushed your children from my loins - flattery won't get you much more my dear."
"Really?" Obi-Wan asked, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
"Ben - Ben!" Satine giggled while she was, quite literally, thrown onto her back and covered in kisses. She wound her fingers in his hair, admiring the grays while he focused on undoing the front laces of her dress. "You're gonna have to make this quick in case one of your goblins come in."
Obi-Wan sighed dramatically, leaning his head against hers. "It's 3am Satine - the only child that is awake is in another star system."
"But OBI-Wan how can you not care about this? It's your wedding. It's a month away! That's barely enough time to do any of this - "
Obi-Wan did his best to keep in a sigh, wondering why the hell he had given over the duties of planning a wedding to Anakin Skywalker. No wonder Aayla Secura had laughed hysterically when she had found out Anakin was planning the wedding.
We should just elope, Obi-Wan thought while they climbed a staircase.
"You seriously do not care about what kind of flowers are on the table arrangements?"
"Freya and Korkie are allergic to Honeyblossoms and Queen's Hearts - other than that I do not care."
Anakin gave a gusty sigh, rolling his eyes. "Well your color scheme is blue and creme - "
"So white - ow, why'd you hit me on the head?"
"White and creme are not the same thing Obi-Wan Kenobi. How could you not know that?"
They finished the trudging up the long staircase, passing Luminara Unduli and a newly knighted Ahsoka Tano. Obi-Wan gave them a pleading look, though the women just glanced at each other and hurried down the staircase smirking.
"What about Plom Blooms?" Obi-Wan murmuered wearily. "The main flowers in the table settings and Satine's boquet."
"Plom Blooms...with blue? Are you crazy?"
"Add some maroon, use the more traditional blues of the Kryze clan. They're darker, it will look nicer with the maroon and creme."
Anakin stopped in the middle of the hallway, stroking the sad attempt of the beard he was trying to grow. His hair was getting shaggy again, though it would probably be trimmed before the wedding. "That...wouldn't be bad. Expensive though."
Obi-Wan raised his eyebrows. "Anakin...my fiance is the abdicated Duchess of Mandalore. The Senator of Mandalore...how much money do you think we have?"
"Mmm - hey, we're both trophy husbands!"
"Anakin…"
"Oh come on!" Anakin ran after Obi-Wan, looping his arm around his shoulders. "Think about it - we have our day-job, eat lunch with our kids, head home, clean the house, help them with homework, make dinner -"
"Worship the very ground they walk on?"
"Exactly!"
Author's note: hello! Welcome to another chapter of this ridiculous world! I love bride-zilla Anakin Skywalker. It makes me giggle
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