Chapter 4

Senate Apartment Complex - Coruscant

Several hours later…

Padme sat silently on her sofa overviewing the same resolution she had been earlier that morning. It couldn't be helped that she needed to finish the document as she had promised her fellow senators, Bail and Mon that it would be ready for them to review that night. Of course, when the morning had begun, she wasn't planning on spending almost an entire afternoon focused on taking care of her secret husband's injuries in lieu of finishing her work.

It definitely killed the mood for one. And two, having to convince Ani to not only go back to the Jedi Temple Healers, but to send over his wayward little padawan for some girl-to-girl conversation wasn't any help either. The same one who will be learning a valuable lesson by the time I'm through with her tonight.

However, as she had come to accept long ago when she was first elected Queen of Naboo, priorities had to be kept in order. Feelings be damned if necessary. That also went for pleasurable feelings, quick as they might be, there was still no room left in her schedule to accommodate them. But to be mad about such frustrations was one thing. To direct said anger at an individual who had no such knowledge or experience, personally and literally, was inappropriate on every level.

Even if that were the case, I would never allow myself to take that anger out on Ahsoka. But that doesn't mean I won't discipline her nonetheless.

As if on cue, the door to the apartment

chimed. It would appear that her five o'clock appointment had arrived. Though of course, glancing at the chrono on her datapad, she rolled her eyes as the time read differently than what was agreed upon earlier.

Five-seventeen

"I wonder what kept her." Padme remarked sarcastically to herself.

Standing up, the Nabooian senator walked towards the door, she did her best to temper her annoyance. A politician like herself knew full well that allowing emotion to dictate her actions would only result in unnecessary time being wasted arguing and more importantly, taking her focus away from the heart of the matter. Putting a small smile on, she closed her eyes and released a quick breath before opening the door.

"Ahsoka, please come in." Padme greeted evenly.

Ahsoka gave a brief embarrassed smirk as she entered the apartment. Padme closed the door and moved to stand in front of her. This action only made the teen reach up and rub the back of her montral, careful to keep her gaze down and away from Padme. She could vaguely sense the irritation coming off her just before the door opened. Being twenty minutes tended to have that effect.

"You're late. Did Master Skywalker forget to inform you to be here at five?" Padme asked.

"No." Ahsoka answered while she studied the intricate carpet pattern.

"So why are you late then?"

Shame wracked at her conscious, similar to the one she had experienced as a youngling whenever she was tardy for her classes at the Temple. Pausing, she slowly looked up to the older woman before her. Taking a deep breath and quietly answering her.

"I fell asleep and woke up late. I tried to get here as fast as I could."

Padme wasn't too particularly surprised at this. If the last few weeks were anything to go by, this would be par for the course. One might argue that being in the middle of a war could excuse a person for being late to a meeting. But then again, if said person made a habit of shirking her responsibilities and not accepting the consequences of said actions; one could only hope for a better defense. Especially for a Jedi.

"Alright. Try not to make a habit of it."

"Yes Senator." Ahsoka spoke with a slight huff.

While not entirely pleased with the undertone, Padme continued; being sure to keep her expression neutral as she did.

"Now the reason I asked you here is to discuss your current conduct with Master Skywalker. He informed me of your careless actions and the disrespect you have repeatedly shown him on multiple occasions-" Padme spoke before being cutoff.

"That's not true! I know what I'm doing and I'm not disrespectful! He's just mad that I was right-"

"Do not interrupt me!" Padme interjected sharply.

The sight of the togruta crossing her arms pushed her buttons to say the least. She was fully aware of exactly what Anakin dealt with when it came to trying to lecture his apprentice. Taking advantage of her momentary silence, Padme spoke again.

"You need to learn your place Ahsoka. You act as if it's everyone else's fault and have the audacity to sulk about it."

"But it wasn't my fault! He should've said something to me! I followed the mission and I got in trouble!" Ahsoka interjected.

"You got in trouble because you almost got your Master killed again. You don't take responsibility for what you've done and because of that others suffer the consequences!" Padme said, emotion making itself known towards the end of the reprimand.

Try as she might, it was hard for her to not allow the frustration and anger to lash out at the mention of Anakin being hurt. He was her husband. She wouldn't just sit around and allow this insolent brat needlessly put him in harm's way because she had a chip on her shoulder. Nipping this in the bud before it could get worse was the ultimate goal here. For said teen though, the course of this conversation had gotten skewed. Padme, from Ahsoka's perspective, betrayed her by agreeing with Anakin and attacking her conduct and character.

"You're taking his side! You're blaming me for everything like he does!" Ahsoka yelled as she stood from the couch.

Padme's expression hardened. Standing up, she made use of her slightly taller height.

"Do not raise your voice to me young lady. Sit. Down. Now." she replied in a warning tone.

"Who's going to make me? You?" Ahsoka dared.

"Enough with the lip. This attitude stops now." Padme's voice rose as she continued, "Start taking responsibility for your actions Ahsoka. Especially when it comes to your Master because if you don't; I promise that I will haul you over my knee and spank you. Do I make myself clear?"

The shock of that threat was visible on the teen's face. Never before had someone ever dangled that punishment over her. Time-outs as a youngling and being grounded by Anakin were the most she had ever been reprimanded. Oddly enough that thought made Padme's threat seem empty and more or less for dramatic effect. She couldn't spank her, she was a goody little two shoes and a politician all wrapped into one. If anyone would ever do that, it would either be Anakin or worse; Master Plo, the closest thing to a father she had. No, she's bluffing. And Ahsoka intended to call her out.

"You don't have the nerve to do it and there's no one here whose gonna make me either!"

"If you don't sit your tail back down right now, I will contact the Jedi Temple and get Anakin over here to get you to obey my instruction. And as I'm sure you know, he won't be too pleased with that."

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Try me" Padme challenged.

The teen locked eyes with the woman before her. Both held gazes of determination that dictated neither was willing to let their ground go. A second battle of wills ensued in those silent moments. Ahsoka would not willingly submit to the demand before her, she would not be so easily swayed by the sharp, yet composed, stare of the senator from Naboo. Her heart beat quickly and her chest felt tight. Yet throughout these increasingly taught sensations pulsating through her, she refused to acquiesce.

I will not submit! She repeated in her head, back shoring her nerve.

Only a meter or so away, Padme maintained her stance. Her hands rested atop her hips while her face remained unyielding. It was the same pose her mother used on her when she was a child back on Naboo. The very one that preceded her just moments before she would have a close up view of the floor while on top of her mother's lap. Indeed, it worked wonders on her whenever she would push the limit of her parent's patience in those days. Her childhood outbursts and generally bratty behavior earned her quite a few occasions where the efforts to curb her incorrigible actions proved to be insufficient. Of course after a few tears and a night of sleeping on her stomach saw to said acting out becoming a rarity rather quickly. So as she figured to herself in the present, the same would definitely work on the defiant teenager before her. But as her mother had done with her the first time she had been punished this way, she would have to appeal to Ahsoka's reason. Assuming she would choose to be reasonable. For Padme, it had been the threat of having her father be informed of her misdeeds, something that made her feel ashamed and wary of her actions. So in this case, the same method would work.

"So be it" Padme stated simply.

Ahsoka felt her nerves and her heart begin to pound in her chest. Her eyes remained determined, but her facial features betrayed the frazzled sensation within her. Her breathing picked up slightly, just enough for Padme to detect, but wisely not react to.

"What?" Ahsoka questioned uneasily.

"You had your chance but chose to be defiant with me." Padme nonchalantly declared.

Ahsoka's eyes minutely widened at that. It was almost like the tone Anakin would use on her when she was acting up. A rarity of course, but one that usually spelt a scolding from her Master. But Padme wasn't Anakin.

Was that a good thing or a bad thing?

Hard to tell, but she could sense it wasn't getting any better for her sake. If her Master had to be dragged in to resolve a situation like this, there was no telling what he might do. Especially if Padme suggested he utilize this form of punishment on her. Uncharted territory and unabated mortification for sure.

Would he really do that? Would Anakin really spank me?

While she wanted to believe he wouldn't, Ahsoka knew deep down that she really, really did not wish to find out. Obviously she wasn't prepared to let herself get to that point and more importantly, she wasn't about to tempt fate. Time moved ever so slowly in those fleeting moments. The tension was fully palpable between the two and it was clear that despite her Jedi training, Ahsoka would not be the victor in this match. Still in the midst of considering her next move, Padme subtly took note of the gears turning in the padawan's mind. This was the moment she was waiting for, the spot for the teen to make her stand upon, or the hill upon which she would fall. Right across her knees that is.

And now for the last nudge

Padme walked over to the holo and raised her hand towards the control panel. She didn't have to look over to know the reaction this would have on Ahsoka. This action by her mother years earlier would have registered the same way for her as it was no doubt doing for Ahsoka. Such simple action that would have otherwise been a regular occurrence for the teen's daily life immediately brought a sense of dread into her gut. Her iron will to defy the older woman before her melted away. How a simple act of calling her Master to inform him of her behavior made her feel like she was in big trouble, was a totally new feeling for her. One she immediately disliked with a strong sense of fear.

"No wait! Please don't call him!" Ahsoka said as panic set in.

"Too late." Padme replied simply.

Ahsoka felt her heart sink and her nerves fray. That same annoying and stinging feeling in her eyes was once again returning. Her breathing shallowed and her hands felt clammy. She opened her mouth to speak, but felt the words become tangled up in the tightness overtaking her throat. All these sensations were thoroughly alien to her. Being at a loss for words in a moment like this was something she couldn't let go unchecked, though her current state prevented her from forming anything truly meaningful. No sarcasm or witty retort could save her and she knew that. That left the only thing she figured might be able to diffuse the situation.

"Padme please! I'm sorry!" Ahsoka managed to get out.

She watched the Nabooian senator dial in the contact frequency to the Temple. Though before it connected, Padme turned to address her.

"That's Senator Amidala to you Padawan."

Ahsoka's knees turned to jelly and she almost felt herself about to stumble. That was the first time she had ever been spoken to by Padme in such a manner. Being talked to like an errant child certainly left no doubt in her mind that she meant business. All pretenses of escape were moot now. The only thing she knew could reliably do now was try and mitigate the fallout from all of this.

"I'm sorry! Please don't tell Master Skywalker!"

Padme didn't respond as the hologram image of a Mirialan Jedi Master appeared before her.

"This is Master Luminara Unduli, how may I be of assistance?"

Ahsoka held her breath, not daring to speak.

"Master Unduli, could you connect me to Master Skywalker?" Padme spoke evenly.

A spark of recognition flashed across the Jedi's face when she realized who was calling.

"Senator Amidala. Of course, he is currently in the Halls of Healing. If you would like, I can take a message for you and deliver it to him when he's available." Unduli responded in her trademark serene tone.

Ahsoka felt her heart beating a million miles a minute. Padme was going to rat her out and there was nothing she could do about it. She looked at the woman in question, her eyes and very being desperately pleading for her to not get her Master involved. For a brief moment their gaze met and in those milliseconds, Padme could see the genuine remorse that lay there in the padawan before her.

There it is.

The same look she had given her mother on many occasions before when they found themselves in similar predicaments. The genuine pleading to not get her father involved in her misbehaving. It always worked, no matter how much she bucked at the notion that she could argue her way out, it always ended the same way. Looking in the mirror wasn't quite how she felt, if anything it felt more like the roles had reversed. Now instead of being the recipient of a spanking, here she was on the cusp of delivering one. Through the looking glass indeed. Suddenly Padme felt like the mother she never thought she'd be. The disciplinarian. After all these years, she'd finally pass down the lessons she'd learned the hard way. The unending eternity of silence that had festered between Ahsoka and her while Luminara awaited a response ended as she made her choice.

"Yes Master Jedi. Could you please inform him that his apprentice has arrived at my residence as requested?"

"Indeed, is there anything else you wish to be relayed?"

"Yes, please inform him I will keeping her in my company until tomorrow as my assistant. Thank You"

"As you wish" Luminara replied before her image flickered out

Ahsoka let go of the breath she had been holding. She didn't want to get Anakin involved mostly out of the embarrassment. He had never implied such a punishment which gave rise to a sense that suggesting it to him would only increase the odds of him dealing one out as a result. Better to keep this under wraps between her and Padme and no one else. The senator walked up to the young teen, garnering her attention as she did so. Ahsoka refused to meet the Nabooian woman's eyes out of fear that she would see the cracks forming in her façade. Padme knew better. She was fully aware of Ahsoka's trepidation, even without use of the Force.

"You understand what's going to happen?"

"Yes." Ahsoka whispered.

"Do you trust me?"

An unusual question to say the least. Ahsoka never considered that the woman who was about to discipline her would pose such a question. In a way it made her feel slightly better about the whole thing, but nonetheless made it seem all the more real as she shook her head 'yes'.

"Good" she replied.

Slowly, Padme guided Ahsoka into her writing room. Within the ornately decorated space stood her scribing desk upon which senatorial paperwork was drafted. More importantly, where her wooden chair specially made from the lumber of her home world sat. In stark contrast to the room, the chair was plain and of simple construction. Wordlessly, Padme pulled said chair out from under the desk and sat on it. She looked over to the solemn teen and beckoned she lay down on her lap. Ahsoka peered up and could see her as she patted her leg indicating what she should do.

"Please" she said in one last vain attempt to dissuade her.

Padme only shook her head before giving her the look. A knowing look that Ahsoka felt compelled to acknowledge. She closed her eyes and slowly lay across the lap of the senator. Her heart raced as she felt her legs hanging in the air, adding to the awkwardness of what was about to occur, causing the stripes on her montrals to darken. She gritted her teeth, refusing to open her eyes. How odd that even though she had never having been spanked before now, the mere anticipation of the punishment itself gave way to a strong sensation of anxiety. Padme counted on this as she adjusted herself before using her left arm to secure Ahsoka in place. Raising her right hand, she addressed the girl across her knees before starting.

"Ahsoka, I want you to tell me why you are receiving this spanking"

The togruta, remained silent out of fear her answer would cause her to lose control of her emotions and openly cry infront of Padme. She prided herself on not doing so. Just like on the cruiser earlier, she would keep it locked down until she was alone. This went directly against what Padme was trying to accomplish, a refusal to acknowledge her actions. She was already over her knee, which made this the last hurdle needed to be overcome. One last wall to pull down so she could finally see the error of her ways. Padme repeated her previous question, a bit firmer.

"Ahsoka. What did you do to earn this?"

Silence

That stubbornness was something she recognized from her secret husband. Always tenacious in everything and anything, Anakin definitely had the head of a rancor. It was only natural for his student to follow in his teachings. Though Ahsoka was proving to be too adept in this manner. At least for the sake of her husband's safety that is. Logic seemed the best solution to this impasse.

"Staying quiet isn't going to make this go away Ahsoka. You're already over my knee as it is so I want you to answer me."

Gripping the edge of the chair seat, Ahsoka tried her hardest to maintain herself as she finally chose to answer.

"Why does it matter? Can't we just get this over with?"

"No. I want you, to tell me, in your words why." Padme sternly replied.

Irritation began to takeover in the young togruta's mind. How could she be demanding she tell her why she was being punished like a brat? The insufferable nature of the question itself made her seethe and wish that she was anywhere but here right now. Digging her nails into the wood, Ahsoka doubled down and barked her reply.

"Because you're taking Anakin's side and you want me to say I'm wrong even though I'm not!"

"Wrong!" Padme said as she let her hand come crashing down.

SMACK

Ahsoka felt the sharp sting across her backside. Another followed right after, leaving a painful sensation all across her bottom. She gasped at just how much force was behind those two swats. For a woman of Padme's build, she didn't believe this would hurt as much, but that mentality vanished immediately. A brief pause ensued leaving Ahsoka with the false impression that this might just be the end of it. Two quick stinging smacks and possibly a long winded lecture similar to the speeches made in the Senate. Her confidence in that notion was shattered when as she tried to push up from Padme's knees only to feel a pressure on her back force her down. Panic set in almost immediately.

"What?!" the teen said incredulously.

"You didn't answer my question. So until you do, this isn't over."

Ahsoka never had the chance to respond as a flurry of swats immediately made itself known to her backside.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

Each swat was muffled by the limited protection offered by her skirt and leggings. Though for Ahsoka, it hardly made a difference. The fire that continued to be stoked in her bottom made the urge to kick increase with each swat. In spite of this, she squirmed in an attempt to evade the devastating stings.

"Please! I'm sorry!"

"You're the only one who can make this stop," Padme replied, never missing her mark. "And all you have to do is answer me."

"I'm sorry!" she pleaded.

In a manner she had not ever considered, nor understood before, Ahsoka felt herself being punished by what felt like her mother. The sensation was foreign to say the least. She had no meaningful memories of her mother on Shili, just faint connections to her past before arriving at the Temple. In all the time between, there hadn't been a moment similar to this for her to draw a comparison to. No one at the Temple had used this type of discipline on her. In lieu of this, words could not describe just how vulnerable she felt. Each sting that landed drove home the point Padme was trying to impress upon her though she did not realize it yet. At the continued swats, resentment began to quickly replace her initial fear. She could feel herself begin to seethe rapidly, like a boiling pot of water. Her face contorted into one of silent fury and spiteful stubbornness, culminating in her lashing out with her silver tongue.

"I hate you! You're not my mother so don't act like you are!" she snarled.

While this may have left Padme feeling hurt and dejected on a regular day, it had the opposite effect. Strengthening her will to press on and see this through to the bitter end. Ironically, beyond that mentality was the memory of what had occurred when she had said something of similar disrespect to her own mother.

I said I hated her and all it did was get me a red backside

As had been the case then, her mother bared her bottom, much to her vocal pleas for forgiveness. After that experience she never said something so immature to her mother again. That was the last time she herself had been spanked. Even now, five years later, the memory of it was all too familiar. Time to implement it. Slowing her pace, the Nabooian senator delivered her ultimatum.

"Final warning, either answer my question or your pants are coming down. If that isn't enough to make you answer, then you'll be getting the rest of this spanking on your bare bottom. So what's it going to be?"

Ahsoka felt the stripes on her montrals darken. The gauntlet had been laid down before her. Her heart pounded and her eyes burned with unshed tears. Her lips quivered and her throat became tighter. Her face grew hot from the indignation of it all. She didn't want to push the envelope and end up with a set five finger hand prints on her bottom. But with an ego the size of a star cruiser, she wouldn't go without fighting to the bitter end. Clenching her fists, Ahsoka breathed sharply from her nose as she shouted her response.

"Go kriff yourself!"

Padme instantly stopped. Never in a million years did she ever believe that Ahsoka would say something as vulgar as that. It stung even worse since it was directed at her.

I don't believe it…

The togruta in question, knew full well she had stepped in it big time. Self-preservation kicked into high gear in the form of her trying to get up and away. But Padme had none of it. Even in her shocked state, she had the sense of mind to not only push Ahsoka back down, but also use her leg to pin both of the teens' in place.

"Fine!" She said in a deathly low voice.

Ahsoka knew she had sealed her fate. The ugly utterance aside, getting off relatively scot free from this incident was over. She could feel both the sadness and fire in Padme increase tenfold. Disappointment was probably the best way she could describe the emotion rolling off the senator.

Wordlessly, her skirt was pulled down her legs. Her leggings followed suit moments after. The pink underwear she had on barely concealed the redness that was contrasting with her orange skin. The cool afternoon air flowing in from the open window brushed over her legs. Terror gripped at her along with waves of embarrassment like a tsunami.

"No! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it. Please!" she begged.

The swats began raining down once more. The protection that had been offered by the layers of clothes earlier were sorely missed. Granted calling them 'protection in the first place was a euphemism in itself, given the fact that now each swat echoed even more than before. After around ten swats, Padme started to lecture her as well.

"I'm - SMACK - disappointed in - SMACK - you Ahsoka. I get that - SMACK - I'm not your real mother - SMACK - and I never will be. But - SMACK - if I have to - SMACK - act like a mother - SMACK - and punish you - SMACK - for misbehaving, - SMACK - then you – SMACK - can be sure - SMACK - I will!"

"I didn't mean it!" Ahsoka begged.

"Too little - SMACK - too late. Let this - SMACK - be a lesson - SMACK - for you - SMACK - in learning to - SMACK - remember your place - SMACK - and your actions."

Ahsoka shut her eyes tightly as two streams rolled down her face. She gritted her teeth and fought with all her might the urge to let out a sob. Physically, the pain wasn't the worst she had ever experienced, but the emotional one seemed unending. The turmoil that swirled within broke through the shields and walls she had around her. She let out a sob, hands covering her face as she began to cry.

"Please! I'm sorry for what I did. I'm sorry I put Master Skywalker in danger. I'm sorry for disrespecting you! Please Padme!"

The moment she heard this, the senator immediately stopped. This was the first time she had ever seen her husband's padawan cry. The wailing tugged at her heartstrings, but she still had a job to finish. Padme took the opportunity to continue lecturing Ahsoka as she rubbed soothing circles on her back.

"I understand that you're sorry and I know you didn't mean it, but you must learn to understand that actions always have consequences. Good or bad. For example; in the last three months, Anakin has nearly gotten killed because of how you've carried yourself on the battlefield. You disobey him, you treat him with contempt, and you don't take responsibility. Because of that, he's been the one to deal with the fallout and it's not right. It's his job to protect you and your job to listen and learn from him."

Ahsoka sniffled as she tried to wipe her runny nose. She wanted to respond Padme, but couldn't stop herself from hiccupping. If the older woman noticed, she didn't acknowledge it.

"And I know that sometimes you feel like he's picking on you, but that's not the case. If you disagree with him about something, do so in a respectful manner. He is your teacher after all. The other thing I want you to understand is that it's not always about you. When he corrects you or disciplines you, it's not him trying to put you down. He's giving you constructive criticism for your benefit Ahsoka. I know you want to prove yourself to him no matter what, but remember your place. Take heed of who and what your actions affect. That's the message I'm trying to get across to you ok? So I expect you to remember this talk we're having, lest I need to remind you in the future."

The teen shook her head vehemently at that, knowing just how bad it would be.

"Now, I'm going to wrap this up and we'll talk once we're through, ok?"

Ahsoka nodded, doing her best to keep whatever remained of her composure in check as Padme started up one last time. Though it was easier said than done since her bottom was on fire.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

"It's ok Ahsoka, its over." She spoke gently.

These last swats were directed squarely at her sit spots. Something Padme figured the teen would be keenly aware of for the next day or two. Sobbing was all that could be heard from the room as Ahsoka slowly pulled herself back together. All the while, the same soothing circles from before were being rubbed on her back. A few minutes before she finally pushed herself up from the senator's lap. Taking great care she gingerly pulled her leggings up and then her skirt. Slowly she turned and faced Padme, still sniffling with the occasional hiccup. Padme stood up from the wooden chair and drew Ahsoka in for a warm and inviting hug. The chastised teen did not hesitate to hug her back, tightly wrapping her arms around her and holding on as if her life depended on it. Padme cradled the back of her montral and gently patted her back as if she were her own child.

"It's ok, you're forgiven now." She spoke gently.

"I'm sorry." Ahsoka said into Padme's tunic. She tried to find some other words to say, but the emotions she felt kept them from forming. If anything, she felt herself cry harder at the warmth she was receiving from the senator.

"Shhhh. It's ok Ahsoka. Deep breaths. Nice and slow."

The teen complied, allowing herself to breathe. The streams that had been rivers only a few minutes earlier slowly dried up. The red trails they left behind began to fade, leaving Ahsoka with a sense that a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. With this lightened feeling she was experiencing, she released herself from the hug.

"Thank you." Ahsoka spoke softly, surprising herself at the choice of words.

Gratuity for a scolding and punishment was not what she had in mind, but it felt like the appropriate thing to say. Even if she thought it was odd. Padme however, smiled tenderly, seeing that the lesson she had been trying to get across had indeed registered with the younger girl.

"Anytime."

Ahsoka nodded and gave a slight bow to the senator from Naboo. The only thing she had left to do now was go back to the Temple and formally apologize to her Master. Hopefully he would be inclined to see her even after their short and strained conversation from earlier. It wouldn't be easy, nothing worthwhile ever is after all, but she had to do it. If not for the sake of their Teacher-Student dynamic, then for the sake of their friendship, assuming it hadn't been thrown away by her behavior. Taking a deep breath, Ahsoka walked out of the writing room. She bid Padme farewell as she made her way towards the door.

"Good night Senator Amidala. I hope that the next time we see each other will be under better circumstances."

"As do I Ahsoka. Give my regards to Master Skywalker." Padme responded as she watched the young teen walk out the door.

Well Anakin, I did it. I taught your student a valuable lesson today about responsibility and I hope it stays with her too.

FIN

A/N: I didn't include the closure between Anakin and Ahsoka because this is really meant to be more focused on Padme and Ahsoka.

I know, the story took forever to finish but now that it's up, I sincerely hope you all enjoy it.

As Always Please Review. They are very helpful.

~Sovereign2016