𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟-𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 | a.s x fem!reader

40 - Visions

{ANAKIN'S POV}

I awoke to find myself in the same stone corridor of the palace, pacing the stone floor as the dimly lit torches flickered the same oddly tinted yellow light on the walls, my boots making the familiar thunderous noises as I walked. I let out a frustrated sigh, hearing my heartbeat hammer in my chest anxiously as my eyes fell on the oak door at the end of the corridor.

Please, not this dream.

I can't watch her die again.

My feet continued to wander to the end of the corridor, stopping in front of the grand doors leading to what I assumed to miraculously be the Memorial Temple on the other side. Gulping, my  shaking hand automatically reached out in front of me and touched the golden handle, feeling it rust and tarnish again like it had done a couple of nights ago.

The same familiar feeling of anxiety grew in the pit of my stomach, my hands trembling uncontrollably in fear of what was going to be on the other side of this wretched door. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and stared nervously at the room in front of me. Hesitantly, my foot finally took the step inside without my brain ever telling it to move, the feeling of dread only growing in me.

I found myself wandering into the room before me, but I was soon confused, surprised and somewhat relieved on what was on the other side. I had expected to walk into the great hall of the Memorial Temple and be forced by those hooded figures to re-live my beloved Princess' funeral once again... but instead, I was in a rather different room. I hadn't been in this room many times before but I could definitely identify which one it was.

I was still in the palace... but this was the throne room.

Furrowing my eyebrows in confusion, I stepped forward closer to the centre of the room, in which rows and rows of people were gathered and sat in their seats, their gazes intently fixed on what was going on in front of them. The two sides of chairs were separated by an emerald green carpet aisle, going up to the steps where the thrones were usually placed. This set-up felt rather familiar to me, almost as if I had been here before.

But I had been here before, just hidden at the back of the room.

This was a coronation.

Still completely and utterly bewildered on what was going on in front of me, I stood on the green carpet right at the end of the aisle as my eyes suddenly fall on a young woman stood at the opposite end, wearing the most beautiful green ballgown with her back facing her audience.

"(y/n)? Is that you?" I called out to her, my voice booming and causing an echo in the room... but no one seemed to hear me, each of the audience and the woman not even reacting to the noise.

I notice the officiant mumble something to the woman, and place the Anara's family crown on top of her curled hair. The woman lowered her head as he placed the tiara neatly upon it, everyone in the audience suddenly - and rather silently - rising from their seats in respect. 

"(y/n)?" I called again, but there was still no response from anyone in the audience. My eyes widened as the woman turned to face her crowd and my jaw dropped as I examined her face, my hands trembling once more.

"I hereby pronounce you Queen Devica Anara, our new Queen of the Solaris system!" the officiator declared as the audience suddenly erupted  deafening cheers and thunderous rounds of applause. Devica directed her gaze to the floor, her face showcasing an expression which could be only be described as numbness.

I felt my body finally unfreeze and I began to ran as fast as I could to Devica, who was stood at the end of the green carpet, her head hung as she uncomfortably stood in the green gown that I now realised was the one that (y/n) had worn on her own coronation day. Frantically, I seized Devica's shoulders in my grasp, causing her to look into my eyes.