" Sorry...? " She was almost offended by his words. All he had to say to her, sorry?

" Yeah? Your sorry Ani? You can't be sorry now, your to late " She stated to him, watching the young Ani disappear from his face. And a older, tiered man take his place. It was obvious change, something that made her want to know him. Feel him again and know him all over. But it was to late, she had buried him, his last memory on Tatooine.

" Don't. Your dead to me! "

Then she reached for the door, not caring what she might find. She just wanted away from him and his eyes. She couldn't stand it no more.

She knew the palace as if it had been her dress pocket. Walking through the corridors the people that were awake this early looked at her with wide eyes. She was angry, she was. And she had to talk to the queen as soon as possible, hopefully before that. Smashing up the doors to the study, not carrying about the guards warnings that the queen was busy. Didn't care if she was or not. The security was a joke, was this the way she had had her life before, a wonder she hadn't died then. Walking up to the table where three men looked at her surprised about the screams and noise that came behind her, and the woman in her age looking at her annoyed.

" Former sena…"

" My queen! " She didn't really care about the titles but just a small thing because she had come storming in like this " I need to have a word with you, in private! " That wasn't a question, it was an order. Which Kylantha reacted on and send the men away, with an annoying voice. She would be hearing about this she knew but she had to have this talk.

" Padmé Naberrie, I hope you realise what kind of threat you are right now to my people if you think I will just let you away with this. This is unacceptable if you think you still have the smallest control power over this planet. You are the former ruler, not present " She said in a very controlled voice, a bit to controlled as if she had no reason for it in Padmés eyes, she could let some feelings through or the people wouldn't trust her at all.

" Why didn't you tell me he was alive? " She just asked calmly for a second. Making Kylantha take her seat back in the chair looking at her in shock, she wasn't in the same league as Padmé when it came to acting.

" Who? Who is alive? "

" Your little letter, your gonna tell me who you believe is alive? And how you know it " She demanded " And no security! You know it very well this is of the record " Before Kylantha had time to react, Padmés hand was protecting the bottom on the table. But she knew about the secret one in the chair, she was as Kylantha had said the former ruler here.

" I just wished you welcome home. Nothing more " She tried to get away.

" No you didn't, you warned me about someone dead being alive. Who is that person? And how did you know? And why is there a threat on my life in that case? " Kylantha seemed to understand there were no where to go from there. She made a deep sigh and made the hand wave that signalled the security to leave the room to let them be alone.

" This is of the record I can tell you this " She admitted, as if she didn't know that already " Because of your marriage with the Jedi knight " Padmé looked at her with a dark pair of eyes.

" What are you saying? "

" You where after all our former queens senator, you don't think I wouldn't know? " She looked like the annoying kid who thought she had everything under her finger.

" What has that got to do with anything? If to say what your saying is true "

" You were married to the right man to Palpatine. We, your home world what so ever, could not take the blame for his actions " Padmé looked at her with hard eyes. Where was this woman going with this.

" What actions? "

" He killed " Kylantha said as she opened a draw in the desk.

" You don't think I know what a Jedi do? Or that that man killed many hundred Jedi's. You think I have been in hiding on the smallest of planets? I do know " Padmé said with power in her voice. She wanted to know what was going.

" Mostly the action he took as he became the right handed man. We can't have a person that is that close to that man, not to ruin our reputation here " She said trying to sound like a peacemaker, but she failed. Not many people could handle the job where you had to act with your entire being for getting control. Padmé had it in herself, Kylantha didn't. She might be a good queen, but she would never be a senator. That was not jealousy that spoke, but the fact that she didn't have the skills to survive in the parliament. Padmé just started at her, was she really serious.

" Sounds like your hiding something. What are you not telling me? " Padmé had a hard time believe it was only reputation " Who is 'dead' ? "

" Well, he is not dead " Kylantha said with a calm voice as she just sat there in the chair " That is the problem. You late husband, he was not found dead as it is said in the records " Padmé didn't move, didn't show anything. Which was probably a surprise for the queen in front of her, she was thinking it would have come as a big horrible surprise " But it didn't come as one, stood there just waiting for the rest. It doesn't surprise you? "

" Suprise is one thing, but it doesn't concern me anymore " Padmé said straight forward, she wouldn't talk about her private life with a queen of Naboo. That was out of the question. But it seemed to make the queen more interested in her, not according to plan though.

" Really? Interesting, so what you do mean is that you had a divorce that quick after the wedding? " Kylantha was going to keep this up for as long as she could, that was clear. Unfortunally Padmé didn't like talking private with people outside her family " Well, since this is Darth Vader we are discussing Padmé Naberrie, I suggest that you do think about how your relationship with this man is " The way she said the word 'man' made Padmé feel uncomfortable. Though she could do nothing about it.

" So he is alive, and is after my life? " Padmé asked as if to summon what Kylantha was saying in between the lines. Finally, it looked like the blonde thought. But it seemed like one of them were wrong. And it wasn't Padmé, she had more facts about this person then the queen. For her what she had hoped to be just a bad dream this morning, had turned out to be valuable information.

" He might " Kylantha said as if she thought she finally had the upper hand in this conversation. The drawer had been open during the time she talked, and now she got the file up on her desk " This is what the senator of Krypton send us. He wasn't sure, but he send us just in case you would be allowed to live here again " She pushed the file over her desk with a finger towards her. She was tempted to pick it up and read, but that just had to wait.

" In case? "

" That would mean that Vader, would know where you are. I do have to think about this planets safety. And if he might be alive, who else could be alive to? " Kylantha made it clear. She had to get out of here, once she had loved this place but now it seemed to have passed her by both emotional and time. It wasn't her place any longer.

" I think you do believe people you shouldn't believe. And you put your eyes on the wrong target " Padmé said in a matter of fact way to her. As she straight her back a bit more and looked the queen in the eyes. She wasn't that much younger then her. But had little bit more to learn. You can never trust a file that is send to you, that's way you have a senator with a staff. To look it up for you after you read both sides. Queen lesson number eight. She lectured the woman, before she turned on her heal and walked to the door.

" We will keep you safe Padmé Naberrie, you don't have to run around " The voice said behind her. Which made Padmé annoyed, who did she think she was really?

" I think I got myself covered " Padmé answered as she turned her head around to face the lonely queen in her chair. The thought that crossed her mind was, did she looked like that those years ago? It looked so weird to see that view over somebody else in her chair. But it wasn't hers anymore, that was clear. Didn't make her cry, didn't make her sad, it was just a cold fact on the paper she sign years ago. She just walked away.

Anakin just laid there. Didn't want to move. He was dead, she didn't even know what he had done for her. In her name, all these years he made all his decisions like her. She just turned him away, didn't even got to show her all those times he had protected her. He felt, he felt lost. Forgotten. Misplaced. She told him he was dead. Was like a dagger in the heart. All the memories he wanted to share with her, was like a river behind his eyes. Just passed him by as a stream of emotions hit him from behind.

It was a lot to ask for in forgiveness. But he could never do anything if he didn't get it. Would never be able to be Anakin if they kept on denying him forgiveness for being naïve. He trusted a person, everyone did that. They believed in him. Trusted he was the thing he told them, but it was just he who got the blame. Was it his fault, that they all were naïve. He had believed that his so called master would give him a better world in the universe without pain and suffering. But he lied, he knew that now. Soldiers killed, they didn't get the blame. How came he got the blame? And with all he had done since then? Didn't that count? Nothing? He had saved ten time the many people that he had killed that day. They didn't know it, because he knew how to hide. He knew how to be somebody else. But he knew that if people who had known him was nearby, they would sense him.

Especially Obi-Wan would. That was why he tried to keep his distance. He tried, but he did miss his second master. But one of his best friends. If Padmé hadn't taken his heart like she had, the loss of his friend would have killed him. That had been the closest thing he had had for a father son relationship in his life. That was a painful memory he had, the feeling of loss that he had never seen. The life he could have had. Today when it seemed like he could have had his wife without hiding, what a perfect life he could have had. With Padmé and his, their, child.

He wanted to cry, but thus tears were long gone and it was just the shell that was left. The emotions he once had, they were not inside of his heart anymore. They seemed to be the reason for the hate against him. So why keep them?

C yah in the next chapter?