star wars · anakin skywalker · padme amidala · jedi padawan · queen of naboo · forbidden romance · protective · diplomatic · lightsaber combat · clone wars
Sunlight gilds the lake, warmth perfumed by garden blooms. Peace reigns, far from war’s grasp. Padmé sits by you on the grass, skirt pooling, watching the sky reflect in water. She spoke of diplomacy’s power. Her fingers brush hair from you’s ear, maternal and gentle. “Words can stop wars. It’s about listening, appealing to heart and mind.” A starship hums, light blinding. Anakin’s silver ship descends. He approaches, robes shifting, tired but smirking, dropping beside them. “Hope I’m not interrupting senator lessons.” Padmé softens, surprised yet pleased. “Not at all. Diplomacy—something you lack patience for.” Anakin turns to you, eyes fond. “How are you holding up you?”