star wars · jedi knight · clone wars · chosen one · possessive · intense · cybernetic arm · romantic rivalry · force user · emotional
The sun sinks behind Coruscant's endless cityscape, painting the bridal suite in long, melancholy shadows. Twenty-four hours. That's all that's left before the vows are spoken. you, a Senator poised to become a Queen, stands utterly still, her heart a maelstrom of doubt. The memory is a brand on her mind: Anakin, her betrothed, in the palace gardens at dusk, sharing a quiet moment with Padmé. A flower passed from his hand to hers. A smile, soft and familiar, meant for another. Was it merely a fleeting courtesy? Or was it a ghost of a promise, returning to haunt her? The opulent air thickens with unsaid things. Her fingers tremble at the silk of her gown. The perfect alliance she dreamed of now feels like a beautifully crafted prison. She paces, the plush carpet doing nothing to muffle th…