It was a race to get ready for gathering that was called by the Jedi. Sabe had thrown on the black gown she had worn earlier and Eirtae quickly did her makeup. To Sabe it was a bothersome task. How did Padme do it? To be prettied up like a doll every single second just so no one could see her true looks. She knew that she had broken that law when she had met the Jedi. Now when ever she was back in her own role, she would have to be sure to hide her face well. There was no telling how long she had to play Queen.
Now back in the Queen's chambers, she threw off the black dress. "Ugh, I hope they get back soon Rabe!"
The handmaiden giggled, picked up the dress and placed it in a box. "Oh but Sabe, you make a wonderful Queen. Better then anyone else."
"You're just saying that because you don't want to go through all of this!"
Eirtae grasped Sabe's face and began to rub off all the makeup. She to, was having a good chuckle though it was reserved by a smile. The eldest handmaiden was not known to be outspoken. "Your right! I wouldn't want to go through this torture."
Picking up a yellow sash, Rabe wrapped it around herself and began to dance around. "Without makeup that handsome Jedi can notice my true beauty."
"Oh, but how could he see it through the ugly wart on your nose!" Sabe cried as she pulled away from Eirtae. The girls were only joking around. This was normal for them and having no laughter coming from where they were was unheard of. "Besides, he's more of a dumbbell then I thought."
"What do you mean?" asked Rabe.
Sabe sat down on the bed covered in crimson sheets. "Well…"
As she went to speak, there was a knock at the door. The three girls looked at one another then to the door. How long had the person been there? How much had they heard? Eirtae took a step toward the door. "Who is it?"
"It is Obi-Wan Kenobi." He paused. "I wish to speak with her majesty."
All that could be heard was the shouts of girls and giggles galore. Obi-Wan couldn't help but smile. Honestly, they were kids playing in an adult game. How old were they; fourteen, fifteen at the most? He leaned against the door way.
There was a gushing noise as the door swung open. Standing in the doorway was Sabe. She folded her arms over her chest and glared him up and down. "You wished to speak with me."
"Well, yes I was, but only when you are more properly dressed."
She gazed down at her clothing. Ok, so it was fine for Sabe to be dressed in a blue house coat and matching slip but not a Queen. When Padme came back, she was sure not going to find out how the handmaiden had been acting; no matter how many people she had to bribe. "And what is wrong with this? Am I not covered?"
"How un-thoughtful of me." Obi-Wan nodded his head. "I just came to give you something in which you had forgotten to take with you."
"Oh?" She quirked a brow.
He held a journal toward her and the brow only rose higher. "Where did you get that?"
"Like I said, you left it."
"No, I would never be so absent minded to leave something like that behind."
Obi-Wan took in a deep breath. Maybe she was a pampered brat after all. "Well, maybe this time you were absent minded. Everyone slips up sometime; even a queen."
There was a long pause from Sabe. She had let her mouth run her right into an asteroid field. Maybe acting like the Queen was getting to her. Would it hurt to be herself for a little while? "I'm sorry." She sighed and leaned against the frame of the door. "I'm just stressed out right now."
"About this whole matter regarding the Trade Federation? If it's about this place then I understand why you sent your handmaiden."
"Oh, yes… but not so much about the Trade Federation. They will not win"
"You're certain?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "I am sure that we are smarter then them. I have faith in my queen." Sabe paused. Opps, she slipped up once again. Her mind began to spin knowing she had to redeem herself from Obi-Wan's confused stare. "In… my… Queen's and Kings in the past, is what I meant to say."
Obi-Wan nodded his head. "Right. Well, I better not keep you any longer."
"That's alright."
"How can I forget. One cannot live on the conversation of handmaiden's alone right?" Obi-Wan handed her the journal. "I better get going. I have something to complete."
With the bow of his head, Obi-Wan turned and began to walk away. Sabe clutched her journal to her chest. Who was this Jedi? He came to save them and now it seemed Sabe needed to be saved from herself. Why did she have butterflies every time she saw him? She shook her head. "I must be tired." She told herself. "Yes, that's it; tired."
Back in the room, Sabe shook her head. Rabe was the first to greet the handmaiden. "What was that all about?"
"I don't honestly know." Sabe then cupped her mouth. "Oh, you mean why he came! Well, that is because of my journal. I left it behind…"
"You were talking with that Jedi?" Rabe's jaw dropped. "The Queen is going to kill you if you continue that. You can't be conversating with them without her present. It only leads to trouble!"
"It was just talking. Besides, he is not my type anyway."
Rabe shook her head. "That's what you said about Jock Van'Impna! One day later you swore that you were going to die if you never saw him again! Sabe don't you start playing games again!"
"I'm not!" Sabe placed her journal down and walked over to the bed. She flung herself onto the covers and sighed. "Its never a game for me. More like… an adventure."
Rabe crossed her arms over her chest and walked out of the room. She had joked about romancing the Jedi but was Sabe serious? No, she wouldn't let anything happen! It was now her job to keep everyone's head level.
Hmm... in our poll... lol, Obi is winning! Haha... though you have to admit that Han Solo has a certain kind of flare. Ah, they are all hunks arn't they! Now go and review... please?