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CHAPTER 3: REFUGES AND REVELATIONS
A new day was beginning on Naboo, and Queen Amidala, who had begun her second term a year ago, was adjusting the final details for the festival. The responses from the dignitaries she had invited to the event were starting to arrive, and each confirmation filled her with pride and satisfaction.
However, amid so much joy and celebration, there was also room for the painful memory of the good citizens who would be honored during the festival. Thinking that the list of victims could have been longer, if not for the heroic intervention of that brave boy from Tatooine. That boy, who had touched her heart, was still present in her life through the beautiful japor pendant he had made with his own hands. She kept that piece as if it were the most valuable jewel in her collection.
Obi-Wan Kenobi and his apprentice, Anakin Skywalker, who played a crucial role in the liberation of Naboo, deserved to be present at the festival. Though Padmé understood the demands of Jedi life, which made their attendance unlikely, she remained optimistic.
With this hope in mind, she prepared to contact the Chancellor of the Republic. She had a very important request to make.
"Chancellor, sir. It's a pleasure to speak with you again."
"My dear Queen Amidala, the pleasure is mine. Are you calling to update me on the preparations for my arrival?"
The young queen blushed slightly. Although she knew how important the presence of such a prominent political figure like the Chancellor was, the reason for her call had a more personal undertone.
"Sir, everything is ready, and all the details have been arranged for your arrival."
"I'm glad to hear it, but it wasn't necessary for you to trouble yourself with that. I trust in Naboo's security and, of course, in your own. It's always been that way."
"In fact…"
Padmé hesitated for a moment before continuing, her words revealing a bit of vulnerability.
"I wanted to ask you for a personal favor."
"Tell me, my dear?"
"I would like Master Kenobi and young Anakin to attend the event. After all, they played a key role in the liberation of Naboo, and it would be an honor to have them here as guests."
"That is an excellent idea, Your Majesty. Though I cannot promise anything, as you know, the lives of Jedi can be filled with unexpected responsibilities."
"I understand, Chancellor. I know their duties are many. But I would really love for both of them to attend. Obi-Wan and Anakin were not only important to Naboo... they are important to me as well."
Palpatine, ever shrewd, detected the subtle inflection in the queen's voice. He knew his young friend Skywalker harbored deep feelings for her, and this was the perfect opportunity to probe a bit into the heart of the young queen. And with a calculated look, he decided to explore the topic further.
"Anakin, hmm? Young Skywalker has grown quite a bit in these last few years. He's become truly powerful, though that's no surprise, his potential was always evident, even when he was just a boy."
"I imagine he has. He must have matured a lot since the last time I saw him."
"I always thought Anakin would become an exceptional Jedi… though, perhaps, his abilities and his heart might lead him in directions different from what many would expect."
The queen looked at him, slightly puzzled, but didn't dwell on the comment. Still, Palpatine's words echoed in her mind. What did he mean by "different directions"? Before she could delve further into the conversation, the Chancellor continued.
"You know, the life of a Jedi is filled with responsibilities. They are not allowed to form emotional attachments… or marriages. Their devotion is reserved for the Order and the Republic."
Padmé's heart skipped a beat at that statement. Though she knew of the Jedi rules, something about the way Palpatine said it unsettled her.
"Yes, that's true. But Anakin has a strong sense of loyalty, and I would never doubt that."
"Of course, Your Majesty. I didn't mean to suggest otherwise. I was merely observing how extraordinary he's always been. His loyalty, his bravery… it's clear he's a unique young man. Perhaps... more than even his own masters can imagine."
Padmé felt a slight unease deep within her, though she couldn't determine whether it was due to Palpatine's words or the subject itself. She knew Anakin was special, but the implications of what the Chancellor was hinting at left her thoughtful.
"I've heard of Vexar Lyon... he's a very promising young man. Some say he's shown great interest in you, Your Majesty."
The mention of Vexar took her by surprise. Padmé blinked, not quite sure how to respond at first.
"Vexar is a good friend, Chancellor. I've always seen him as such, a close friend. I didn't know he was courting me."
Palpatine observed her through the holocommunicator, his projected image giving him an imposing presence despite the distance.
"Perhaps you don't notice, Your Majesty, because your heart is already in someone else's hands. Sometimes, when we've already given our heart away, we can't see anyone else with love, except the true owner of our feelings."
Padmé remained still, her eyes fixed on the holographic figure of the Chancellor. His words struck her like an unexpected gust, leaving her momentarily speechless. The idea that her heart might already belong to someone else was something she had never considered.
"I'm not sure what you mean, Chancellor. I don't have any romantic interests."
Palpatine smiled, an almost imperceptible expression, as if he understood something she hadn't yet fully grasped.
"Sometimes, my dear queen, we deny certain truths, even when they're right in front of us. But the heart always knows. Sooner or later, those feelings will come to light, even if we try to ignore them."
The queen felt a wave of confusion and anguish engulf her. The Chancellor's words had touched something deep, something she wasn't willing to openly face. Yet, she couldn't stop a figure from surfacing in her mind. The memories of a young man with an intense gaze, someone who had been a brief but profound part of her life.
Anakin.
"Chancellor, I don't think that's..."
She began to say, but fell silent, the words caught in her throat. The possibility that her heart might already have been claimed unsettled her. Could it be true? Was Anakin, that young Jedi, the one who held her heart?
Palpatine continued in his ever-soft voice, though full of purpose.
"You need not rush to understand everything. The heart has its own timing, and the answers will come when you're ready to hear them."
With his usual cunning, the Chancellor shifted the conversation to more formal matters, but with the certainty that he had planted a seed of doubt in the queen's mind.
But Padmé barely listened, trapped in the uncertainty, the doubts sown by the Chancellor's words lingering long after the holocommunicator transmission had ended.
Meanwhile, Anakin decided not to return to the temple immediately. Instead, he changed course and headed to his secret refuge: a small sanctuary hidden in the lower levels of Coruscant, yet curiously isolated from the city's chaos. It was an enclosed park, surrounded by the endless corridors of air traffic, but hidden behind towering skyscrapers.
This small green corner was inaccessible to ships, making it an oasis of serenity amidst the bustling city. Tall, slender trees stood beside tranquil ponds that reflected the artificial light of the surroundings, absorbing some of the pollution around them. Despite being in one of the most populous cities in the universe, the air here seemed cleaner, almost pure.
Anakin sat by the water's edge, watching the few birds that still survived on Coruscant, oblivious to the world of steel and technology that surrounded them. He closed his eyes, letting the artificial breeze circulating through the park caress his face. Here, away from the expectations and gazes of the other Jedi, he could afford a rare moment of introspection.
The gentle sound of the water and the whispering of the leaves helped him seek some mental peace, in a place where nature struggled to coexist with the urban immensity. But even in this refuge, his thoughts kept returning to the same subjects, the same faces... to Padmé, and to everything at stake.
Vexar Lyon... that name echoed in his mind over and over again, like an unavoidable sentence. It was the name of the man who could have Padmé's heart, who could win all her affection, who might one day become her husband and share with her the most intimate moments. The very idea tore him apart inside, a deep pain he didn't know how to manage. He couldn't bear the thought of Padmé in another man's arms, giving herself to someone other than him. Not after all those beautiful dreams where he was the one holding her, sharing those moments with her, making her feel safe and loved.
A solitary tear rolled down his cheek, a reflection of the painful truth that was becoming increasingly clear: he had never had a real chance with Padmé. In her eyes, he was just a good friend, five years younger, someone she would never look at with the kind of love he longed for. She would never see him with desire… with passion. She would never think of him the way he thought of her.
Since he was nine, he had idealized her as an angel, a pure and beautiful being who had captured his young heart. But over time, that innocent love had transformed into something deeper, something more carnal. He dreamed of her in a much more intense way. In his dreams, he imagined her surrendering to him, more beautiful than ever, as if their mutual love enhanced her beauty even more. In those moments, he saw her gasping his name over and over as he took her, feeling a connection that no other man could ever have.
But now, the reality was devastating. It wouldn't be him who experienced that passionate love. It wouldn't be him who would hear her utter his name with desire. It wouldn't be him who would discover her in her most intimate vulnerability, naked and completely happy by his side. Everything he had imagined, all those dreams, now seemed destined for someone else.
More tears rolled down his cheeks, feeling as if the air were running out in his lungs. What would become of him now? How could he go on without his beloved angel, the woman who had been his refuge when he had to leave his mother behind, the one who offered him words of comfort when the pain of separation threatened to consume him? Padmé had always been there for him, even when she had her own problems. When he told her that the Jedi Council had hesitated to train him, that his destiny as a Jedi hung by a thread, she listened to him intently and gave him hope.
Despite her responsibilities as queen, overwhelmed by the burden of leading her people in times of crisis, she always found a moment to make sure he was okay.
No one, neither on Tatooine nor on Coruscant, had ever cared for him that way. No one, except his mother, had ever shown him such kindness in his entire life. He, who had been a slave, a boy whom many looked down upon, only to become a padawan and be seen by his peers as the problem child, the one who carried an uncertain future, the one who could become a danger. But she, the noblest and most beautiful queen he would ever know, had seen him with tenderness, with affection.
How could he not fall in love with her, with someone who offered him not only compassion but something that made him feel worthy, loved? It was impossible. His heart could not simply forget what Padmé meant to him.
The image of Padmé smiling, illuminated by the light of a radiant sun, filled his mind. Her laughter was like a melody that transported him to moments of happiness that seemed unattainable. But in the midst of that vision, cruel reality returned to torment him: she was a queen, and he was a padawan with an uncertain future. The chasm between them seemed vaster than the space that separated them.
Anakin ran a hand over his face, trying to smother the pain that consumed him.
"I can't just be her friend."
The idea of sharing his life with Padmé, of being the man who would make her happy, kept him awake at night. But every time his heart filled with hope, it was struck down by the weight of guilt.
"I'm a Jedi; I can't afford these thoughts."
But the truth was that feelings didn't simply dissipate because he wanted them to.
He rose from the edge of the pond and began to walk, feeling the echo of his steps bouncing in the silence of the small park. He needed to find clarity, some kind of resolution. As he walked, his mind wandered to moments he had shared with Padmé: the laughter, the furtive glances, the unspoken words. Each memory filled him with warmth, but also with deep sadness.
In his dreams, things were different. In those moments, he was not just an apprentice but the man who held her, the one who gave her strength when she felt weak. He imagined a day when Padmé would look him in the eyes and see more than a friend. He reflected, feeling a warmth in his chest.
"I want to be the first in her heart, the first in her life. She deserves all the love in the world, and I want to be that man. The one who makes her feel alive, the one who makes her smile even in the darkest moments."
As those thoughts took hold of him, Anakin could not help but let his voice break.
"If only I could show her that I am worthy of her love... Be the one to share her first time, show her a world full of possibilities, make her feel like the queen she is."
His heart raced at the thought of that moment, and the idea that someday she could see him that way, not just as a friend but as the love of her life, filled him with longing and hope.
A knot formed in his stomach at the thought that another man could be the first to possess her heart, to know her in a way he had dreamed of for so long. The idea that Vexar Lyon, that noble from her world, could be the fortunate one to receive her first touch burned within him.
Frustration overtook him, as if a dark shadow were seizing his heart, sadness etching a line on his forehead. Anguish choked him as he imagined Padmé surrendering to another, sharing moments of intimacy he had always longed to experience with her.
With those thoughts consuming him, Anakin felt increasingly alone, trapped in a cycle of jealousy and desire that seemed endless. His heart was filled with dreams that felt unattainable, an internal struggle between reality and desire that silently consumed him.
With his heart divided and his mind in chaos, he snapped back to reality and realized he had been thinking for too long. He should have returned to the temple hours ago to report to his master about his conversation with the Chancellor and attend his theoretical classes. But he had forgotten everything because he was lost in thoughts of the imposible, because that's all his love for Padmé was, an impossibility. As much as it tore him apart to think about it, he had to acknowledge the harsh reality.
He got on the speeder and hurried through the traffic, imagining the scolding that awaited him from his master. He felt so bad that he didn't want to face Obi-Wan, so he thought of a plan to arrive unseen. He would climb the temple's facade and enter through the rooftop, carefully crossing the garden to avoid being seen, and reach his room. With the help of the Force, he would not encounter his master until the next day when he hoped to feel better. It wasn't the first time he had done this; he was quite practiced at discreetly entering the temple to avoid being discovered by his master.
Anakin accelerated his speeder through the crowded avenues of Coruscant, his mind filled with confusion and doubts. His thoughts couldn't help but revolve around Padmé. Images of her with another man, smiling, living a life without him, replayed over and over again. He had thought he could leave those feelings behind, but now he realized how deeply he was tied to her.
The night wind hit his face as he descended towards the Jedi Temple. The lights of the massive building shone in the distance, a sight that would normally bring him peace, but at that moment, he felt the opposite. The pressure of his impending oaths, the fear of what the future might bring with Padmé, and the uncertainty of his own path as a Jedi filled him with anguish.
He gently landed his speeder in the Temple hangar and turned off the engine. For a moment, he sat there, staring at the imposing building. He knew Obi-Wan would probably be waiting for him, wondering why he had taken so long after his meeting with the Chancellor. And he also knew he wasn't ready to face his master. Not now.
Determined, Anakin got off the speeder and, instead of walking towards the temple's main entrance, looked up. The temple's facades rose majestically, illuminated only by starlight and the surrounding towers of Coruscant. Without wasting any more time, with the agility and skill he had perfected over his years as a padawan, Anakin took a breath, calculated his next move, and began to climb.
He scaled the walls with skill, his hands finding grips on the edges and ledges, his feet moving quickly and precisely. It wasn't the first time he had taken this unorthodox path, and he did it with the ease of someone who had practiced more than once. The padawan moved fluidly, not stopping once. His abilities in the Force allowed him to navigate the ledges of the walls with ease, jumping between columns and structures.
His goal was to reach the rooftop, where the silence and solitude of the Temple at night would allow him to move without being seen. Once on the rooftop, he took a moment to breathe and gaze at the vast expanse of Coruscant, with its countless blinking lights and the starless night sky. He paused for a moment, contemplating the city. The lights of Coruscant stretched to the horizon, a reminder of the vastness of everything around him. But despite that greatness, he could only think of her. Of Padmé.
He shook his head, trying to push those thoughts away, and with quick and stealthy steps, he slipped into the Temple through one of the service entrances on the rooftop. He knew that at this hour most Jedi would be resting, especially the padawans; he must be the only one wandering the halls at this late hour of the night. The silence of the night in the Jedi Temple was profound, barely broken by the soft murmur of the wind coming in from the gardens. The halls were empty, and the garden, where he sometimes sought comfort, was deserted. He crossed the garden without stopping; his only goal was to reach his room before anyone saw him.
When he reached his room, he let out a sigh of relief. He paused for a second, took a deep breath; all he wanted at that moment was to be alone, to disconnect from the world for a few hours, and try to sort his mind. Carefully, he slid the door to his room open and stepped inside. He closed the door behind him and collapsed onto the bed, exhaustion and confusion flooding his body.
The emotions hit him again: the conversation with the Chancellor, the images of Padmé, the confusion about his future as a Jedi. Everything piled up inside him like a storm he couldn't stop.
What Anakin didn't know was that from the moment he had set foot in the Temple, his master Obi-Wan had been watching him. Concerned about his apprentice's delay, he had discreetly followed him since the speeder landed in the hangar. From the shadows, he saw Anakin climbing the temple's facade and moving stealthily through the halls, avoiding any contact.
Obi-Wan crossed his arms as he watched his padawan disappear into his room. Something was wrong. Although Anakin had been nervous about his oaths earlier, this time seemed different. There was a much greater emotional weight in him, a mix of anxiety and something more that Obi-Wan didn't quite understand. But instead of stopping him or reprimanding him, the Jedi Master decided to let his apprentice have that moment of solitude.
The Jedi Master chose to let him be. His padawan clearly needed space to process whatever was affecting him, and Obi-Wan knew that sometimes the best thing to do was not to push. They would talk soon, when Anakin was ready. For now, what mattered was that he had returned to the Temple safe and sound. The questions and explanations would come later.
With one last glance at Anakin's closed door, Obi-Wan turned and walked away, his thoughts still on his padawan, hoping that when the time came, Anakin would confide in him about what was happening.
And so this chapter comes to a close, as the hearts of our protagonists confront the storms of doubt and unrequited love.
Padmé, trapped in Palpatine's manipulations, reflects on her true love, while Anakin, in his secret refuge on Coruscant, is consumed by uncertainty over whether his beloved's first time will be with another man and not with him.
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