Padme walked across the room of her suite, twisted then walked back over and over again. Her feet would soon make a path in the rug, a permanent one if she didn't stop.
She sat on the edge of her bed again and hugged her knees to her chest. Where was Anakin? Was he in trouble? Did the council find out about the wedding? Would the marriage be over before it even begun? Would they issue an annulment? There was still time, their marriage had not been consumated.
Threepio walked in the room and saw his mistress in what appeared to be distress. Her face was ashen and her eyes teary.
"Oh Madame, I do hope you're okay," Threepio said, with what sounded like more worry than a droid should know how to express. "Master Skywalker will be back, I'm certain of it."
If her feelings for Anakin Skywalker were plain enough that even a droid could see, then who else knew?
Then again, Threepio was special, so much more than an artificially intelligent machine. To her, he was equal to any sentient being she had spoken to. On more than one ocassion he had expressed what sounded like human emotion -
"Threepio..." Padme said, ... "Has Anakin called? Do you know if he's okay?"
"Nothing yet, Madame, but I will do my best to keep you informed. I'm very good at that," he offered.
"Thank you, Threepio."
"Also, Madame, there was a delivery moments ago. I have a message to you from the Senate. There's to be an emergency hearing this afternoon. You're presence is requested on Coruscant."
"Did they ask for me specificially, or a member of my delegation?"
"The message was addressed to you, Madame."
Padme turned, leaving her back to face the droid - for a look of terror filled her eyes. "Did they mention, Anakin, by chance?"
"I'm afraid not, Madame."
Padme sighed. They knew. They had to know. There was some consolation in all of this. Despite the scandal their marriage would cause, they would have each other. But if Anakin had to leave the Jedi, would he blame her? Would he love her anymore?
Though she hated to shed it, Padme slipped out of her wedding gown and into a more formal dress. When she was done, Threepio reappeared with her burgandy colored senate robe, which she draped over her arm.
Padme met with her guard, Koofie beyond the garden where her ship waited. Unbeknownst to her, a message flashed manically on the holovoid in her room.
Anakin Skywalker tried getting through, but alas, she was already gone.