WILD | Anakin Skywalker |

N I N E T E E N

Alora Amidala was not meant to be a slave. She was a bold, confident girl who knew how to control those around her she was not one to submit so easily. She had been here for a mere three days and had gotten herself in trouble numerous times, whether it be fighting a guard who tried to touch her, arguing about a task, or talking back she was punished. Alora waited, expecting someone to come save her every minute of the last couple days, praying desperately that someone was coming.

The blonde was waltzing around in her tiny uniform, carrying a tray in her dainty hand as she served the Queen's guests. "My friends, my allies, this is my newest slave. A senators sister. Isn't she just the most beautiful of all?" The queen purred, running a flawed finger down the girls cheek gently. Alora clenched her jaw in anger, refraining from smacking her hand away.

"How much to take her off your hands?" One of the men asked.

"She is not for sale." The queen laughed. "But you may use her however you like, she is a gift." Alora's anger rose as the men laughed happily and took in her appearance with hungry eyes. She wanted to kill every single person in this room.

The blonde did her job nevertheless, serving drink after drink to the terrible men. Each time she did they groped her and spoke horrible, vile things in her ear. The young girl was sick to her stomach by the time each one of the men was escorted to their ships blackout drunk. "Clean up this mess then you may go to sleep. Your behavior today was unacceptable, I saw the looks you gave the men who touched you. You are slave. You do as I say and who I say." The queen snapped, smacking Alora across the cheek. "I want this floor glistening in the morning."

"Yes Master" Alora uttered through clenched teeth. She fantasized about ringing the queens neck with her bare hands, tonight she fantasized about poisoning her and throwing her into a pit of lustrous men just as the queen had basically done to her.

The queen was taken back to her room and Alora was left to clean. Once the floors were spotless she hurried to her room, getting in and locking the doors before a guard could sneak in. Her room was only filled with a blanket and terrible feather pillow, leaving the girl to have major back issues in just 3 days. She placed her head against the rough pillow, closing her eyes and dreaming of ocean eyes.

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"Slave, I have to meet with a man who most likely will die before me. You will watch and stand by my side" The Queen ordered Alora, looking at the girl as she messed with the hem of her shirt skirt. Alora just nodded, thankful that the man would die rather then touch her. She couldn't stand the thought of another man touching her unless it was Anakin, she was already dying inside.

The queen walked into the throne room with the blonde by her side. Alora watched in boredom as they escorted a man in armor into the room. She noticed the way he froze for a second when he saw her but she didn't think too much into it. When they got closer Alora noticed a very familiar young girl behind him that made her blood run cold. "Ashoka" she whispered.

They had gotten Ashoka.

"Your majesty, I present Lars Quell" the guard introduced. The man bowed his head, looking up briefly at Alora who took notice of the blue in his eyes. She squinted at the man, feeling her heart about to burst as she tried to convince herself it wasn't true. After three and half days, there was no way they were finally here for her. Her green eyes moved from 'Lars' to Ashoka and noticed Ashoka offer a very small, inconspicuous smile, verifying that they were finally here after three and a half days.

And the man bowed before the queen was Anakin.

"So you are the man who claims to be acquainted with Bruno Denturri?" The Queen eyed the man suspiciously as she lay casually on her Egyptian style couch.