Stories from the Stars (One Shots and Imagines)

Obi-Wan Kenobi ~ Commitments

Rating- big boi sad

Warnings- sad sad sad sad

Word count- 1,235

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Today was proving itself to be quite uneventful.

The most you had done today was sign a multitude of papers. Time that wasn't spent signing papers, was wasted away, either in the gardens, or sitting on the throne.

You hadn't known what to expect when taking up the role of a queen, but your idea was definitely more exciting than this.

Sure, there had been days where you were constantly kept busy, but those days seemed to be few and far between. This life was both a blessing and a curse in the end.

Sat on the throne, bored out of your mind, you prayed something would happen to cure the dullness of the day. Then, one of the palace servants approached you.

"My queen, I have come to alert you that someone has arrived saying that they are an old friend," she said in a calm voice.

"Did they tell you their name," you asked curiously, while standing up from your seat.

"No, just that he was an old friend, and that he needed to speak with you," she stated.

He? It was a he? Now, you were especially intrigued.

You followed the servant through the halls, as she led you to the visitor.

She brought you to one of the outer walkways of the castle, stopping at a balcony that overlooked a lake.

A figure came into view. He stood, leaning on the railing, while the early setting sun casted a perfect outline of him.

The soft fabric of his cloak draped over his silhouette, and his hair blew slightly in the breeze.

The guards announced your presence, and he turned around, but you had known who it was before he even faced you.

Obi-Wan Kenobi.

•(Obi-Wan's pov)•

"Presenting, her royal majesty, Queen _____,"the guard announced.

When I turned around, there she was. Time seemed to stop, which I took advantage of to admire just how beautiful she looked.

The light from the sun made her glow, and hid her every imperfection, though I did not feel she had any. Each time a breeze came, her dress blew behind her in a most elegant manner.

Every aspect of her was perfection. Her hair was done in an intricate fashion, and every feature was enhanced in modest, or simple ways, but it was done with such care.

Her expression of shock faded into a kind smile.

She was about to speak, before the guard continued.

"Please bow to show respect to her highness."

Almost immediately, her hand rose. "Please, that won't be necessary," she said.