These are kinda short…so I will do two chapters. I don't own Star wars.

Golden Losses

To prepare for this, I am removed from the Servant's quarters. The ones who I cared for the most follow me to be my personal servants, and the mistress of the servant no longer looks at me with contempt. It's like she knew what would happen and was just furious for it happening. In a way, I want her help. With the coronation, I meet her eyes. A part of me pleads for her to stop this, but I cannot. I have to look away. I think someone sobbed.

My new quarters are in the royal wing, as to be expected. Really, I have no problem being the heir. All my protocol lessons have stuck with me, minus my parents. Now, I guess, my parents are the emperor and empress though. The problem section is the dark moods I fall in. They make me decimal places stronger, yet I can feel something being drained from me.

When I look in the mirror I do not see drained. The power has made me stronger and leaner. The curves have finally arrived, and my hair is at its perfect dark brown color. My eyes have changed to dark brown, and my complexion is pale. My form is so very small, nearly to the unhealthy point. It is like that is what is being drained and making me eat enough for 2 if I actually sit down to eat.

My gown that I wore to the ball is big on me. The gown I wore to the coronation is several degrees smaller in the waist cincher. The hard shoulder plates that lead down to a massive train like robe have bell sleeves, and under the softer clasp part, a hard collar is formed. The tunic is much like I usually wore but the pants are tighter. I insist on my knee high boots.

The days are now full with more protocol lessons, self defense lessons, and the ever present Jedi training. During down time, I find that the emperor loves sabac. Also during down time, history is taught, ironically enough, the true unbiased version of it. Present political issues are always known. I think if I asked a stupid question, I would be given the toilet brush.

The emperor is often busy, and we have nighttime training sessions. The empress is my companion, and because we can do no more usually past a senate meeting (in which I insist to sit in on, even if I cannot decide any thing), we also learn to play cards. I learn the empress grew up on Naboo, and was a queen.

I have a suspicion I found her dressing room, and I tell her this. I don't know what to expect. I expect anger, and shy away with my eyes. The emperor's training has taught me not to move away from what I fear. Confront it instead. "Are the droids still there?" I nod, and no more is said about it. They make an appearance later, and join the society within the palace.

The empress excuses herself at dinner that night. I feel I did something wrong, and settle down in my own grey and red rooms with the holonet paper. The first headline makes me drop the paper and think about what I just read. No. It couldn't be.

My parents were there. My school was their on a field trip led by my parents. My childhood was there. It seems my parents were what held me together, or at least the idea of them kept me. Now, there is nothing to keep me conscious.

When I wake up, I am surrounded by darkness. I flicked my hand to turn on the light full, but a counter power kept them dim, if barely lit. It feels like I am in my bed, and the carpeting beneath is familiar to my feet as well, but there is another presence near me a well. I do not move.

It is on my right side, near the door. With a quick eye flick to the left, I see one of my small decorated boxes, and I see that it has been open. My letters to my parents are gone. The intruder will not escape, and, he doesn't.

Rather, she doesn't, as a stronger emotion takes control of my force. When the lights can be flicked back onto full, I can see one of the servants who disliked me, and whom I took revenge upon. She was the one who nearly drowned, and would drown now in her own drool from her slumped over position on the floor. Not bothering to come close to her, I left her up by her neck.

There is an odd sensation growing inside of me, one that is enjoying this, and enjoys the fear that the little girl is peering at me with. She isn't turning blue yet, and as I approach, she turns white instead. I smile, and notice the letters tucked in her dress top. Still smiling, I reach down her top to get them. One hand keeps her 5 feet off the ground, and another send the letters back to the box.

I spin back at her, glare full in my eyes. The force grip is loosened so I am not charged with murder. Air goes back into her ragged lungs feverishly. "Do not come into my room again. My master will alert which of you servants will be my aid shortly." I begin to let her down, with the appearance of actually letting her go. She has a wicked sly smile acrost her face, and with speed I didn't knew I had, she is 10 feet up on the wall, turning purple.

There is a beautiful snarl across my face. "Drop it, my mothers ring." It falls into my pale hand with a beautiful thunk. I take a moment to look over its alien wire designs, and large multicolored stone. It looks wonderful on my hand like it always did. The girl is let to drop. She hits the floor with a solid thump, and the sound makes me smile.

Her body is then kicked outside the door into my garbage disposal chute. In theory, if the garbage schedule is still the same, she has one hour to wake up, scream for help, and not be eaten by the creature inside there. Judging by her screams, as I fall back asleep, she doesn't make it.

When I wake up again, it is the normal light settings. I look at my perfect hands. Now, I don't recall if I really did send a girl to her death. It could have been a bad dream. I'm wearing the ring still, which is usually with my notes when I sleep. It wasn't a dream. For some reason, knowing that I have the blood of that girl on my hands doesn't disturb me. In the same breath, I cannot go back to sleep without seeing her face, though.

Anakin woke suddenly from his own sleep. Next to him, Padme settled again to adjust to him not being next to her, and does not notice a thing. Slipping on slippers, and a light robe, the doors out of the personal chamber are jarred open. His sith apprentice was calling him, and to her, he must go.

I am still on my bed, looking at my hands. The clothing I was wearing when I saw my family's fate is folded on a chair, and I am in shorts and a t-shirt. Someone must have changed me. Inside me, I no longer feel my heart, but someone else's. As mine died on Alderaan, it was replaced but an unknown one. To no ones surprise, my Master is at my door, and letting himself in.

He sits down next to me. "The girl had no family. She was an outcast of her society until she came here." I huffed quietly and toy with my ring. There was a familiar ring of fate surrounding his phrase. "Where did you get that, Leia?" I look at my master, Anakin. He barely looks older than my father in all visible aspects. His gold-blue eyes stare back unreadable. I feel my own blue eyes respond with just as much emotion.

"It was my mothers. Before I left, I asked if I could get it early before my 18th birthday struck." It glittered in the faint light. "She did not question?" I shook my head. "No. She didn't ask why. She only cried later." The last sentence I said sounded so morbid. "Did she always cry when you asked such things?" I pushed myself off the bed and padded towards my window. The city is as quiet as it ever would be. "She didn't cry until this past year. Before that, she hid it better."

Some how, some where, I feel that I will not be punished for killing the girl. I turn sharply to my master. His face betrays nothing. "I will not be punished." He stands. "Go back to bed Leia. The suns rise in a few short hours, and you have a Senators meeting tomorrow with Padme." I blink rapidly. Assumptions never were right usually.

I get back into bed, still watching him. He pulls my blanket up, and does something he's never done before. He kisses my forehead like father used to. As he closes my door, he is smiling, softly. There is still a golden glow somewhere in the room.

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This is chapter 8 of Saturns darkness' star wars fic. Title ideas still open.