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A gala alone. Kind of
"Solo, Han, Solo." That there made my eyebrow twitch. Then a variety of other factor intervened there on the dance floor. For starters, he was impersonating a long lost hero that very few truly understood anyway. At the same time, he was kissing the back of my hand with more familiarity than Wedge. Three, his eyes were wandering. Alot.
"Senator Organa." I didn't even give my full name, in which I hold with great pride. All those finishing schools I've been to? I ignored them all. I spun on my heel and went to dance with another. He at least kept his eyes on my chest or face. It depended whether or not the topic was on his political achievements or mine. Really, most conversations that night were interesting like that. I found who did what, when, with whom, and how they gained from it. Then when no personality was evident, I took a moment to 'power my nose' and promptly fled the room.
I found the balconies then. It was a nice sky that shone through the fake atmosphere really. The moon cycle of the planet was most intriguing in detail. The design of the palace was one of these with balconies every few windows. For instance, the one I was on shortly after Senators son number one, it was over the entrance, slightly to the left. I could hear maids and that shuffling about cleaning the upper rooms. The next one was over the kitchen and dining room.
At that point, I spent the majority of the time on my feet dancing under the watchful eye of my parents and several unseen others. Finally, I was groped, insulted about my age/gender and looked down upon the by other males far too much. The last one I believe will have to go through psychological help due to random electric zaps, his memory being wiped out, and loosing his wallet (that was in his coat pocket that ended up on one of the ewok servants). Why was help going to be needed? It all happened when he was dancing with me, and no other times before. I don't know what I did. Neither did he. All I know was there was one less marriage proposal that night. I was happy. He wasn't. Things happen.
Keeping a blank smile on my face, I backed out of the dance and onto the nearest balcony. Sighing, I stretched, and cracked my back. There was a convenient dark corner behind the door. The black curtain was so thick; the white of my gown couldn't be seen anyway. The wall was cool behind my back, and even better on my bare neck. The coolness was covered by a breath. I turned my head around, and under reflex, I swear, slapped whoever it was. It was dark, and I was praying to the gods that the darkness was due to shadow, not robes. I heaved a sigh of relief. It wasn't. Narrowing my eye at the Correllion kings pain, he held his cheek, with a spark of anger, Amusement perhaps?
Anything that could be said couldn't be then. I could feel the emperor coming this way I felt a strong fear from somewhere, with the edge of sadness as well. Did the Correllion king feel it as well? I don't know. All I know was that he was dragging me behind the door further, pushing me behind his body slightly, and pulling both of us into the solid darkness of the door. My knees nearly buckled. The arms around my waist tightened. I think the king tried to smell me. A part of my senses was glad that I used my good body wash. Subconsciously, I let him pull me closer, and rest his chin on my head.
"Padme, there's one here I want." Silence followed by a female sigh. "All the others have failed your tests, Anakin, why do you want to use another?" More silence. "All the others failed the tests because they lacked the force. The secret Jedi have let themselves become revealed I think, and a child is here. The power could be Obi Wan's perhaps." The Empresses voice was quieter. "You would harm a child?" There was a rusting of fabric, and his voice came out muffled. "She is only a Jedi in training, my love. Soon she will be a child no longer." A figure was visible through the crack of the door. "My Lord Vader, the closing ceremony is needed." The two broke apart. "I will be there in my own time." The servant left. A few soft words, I didn't choose to overhear.
In the act of over hearing, I turned my body slightly. Now, I was nuzzling the King's shoulder essentially. He was smirking as the reason left, and I disengaged from his embrace. I let my lip curl in irritation, thanked him for his protection (even though I could do it myself), and turned my heel to leave. I could feel him walk quicker behind me. Before he went off in his direction, I could feel his breath on my ear again. "You will not forget me that quickly, your highness." I blinked at him. He was already gone.
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This is chapter 4 of SW by Saturnsdarkness