Vader's New Love || Darth Vader x Reader [COMPLETE]

Clarme

[Name] stood on the terrace and watched as the sun slipped behind the Alderaan horizon, turning the light blue sky to dusk. She was back on the planet after her sixth move and miserable. Vader made his way toward the Outer Rim territories prompting Bail Organa's security team to move her again. This time to Alderaan, but only until they find a new place to hide her. Somewhere they hoped would be more permanent.

But the Sith Lord didn't seem to let up, even as the weeks passed by. It seemed wrong to keep them apart this way. But they assured her it was in her best interest to stay away. In the best interest of the galaxy.

But what did they know? Vader's encounters with the planets she left grew more and more violent. He sensed her on Krune. A craterous planet on the outskirts of the Outer Rim. Even she saw the fleet of Imperial ships converging on the planet like a cloak of death. Hundreds, if not a thousand of them.

It was in the thick of night that Bail's security team slipped her away, hiding her in a box on a cargo fleet. Had Vader been at the check point he'd have sniffed her out like a bloodhound.

She was tired of hiding. Tired of running. And how could she be sure anything Bail Organa told her was the truth? He did keep his word and sent her to Naboo after the great Jedi Purge. So on the other hand, what reason did she have not to trust him?

[Name] remembered Vader's words... his ideas about the planets he intended to conquer - Krune being one of them. She couldn't tell the security team not to hide her there or else they'd want to know why. Secretly, she hoped Vader would show up...that he would find her there and that she would go with him, and all would be right again.

If only she had the nerve to tell Bail Organa how much she wanted to go back to Vader. But she couldn't. Not after all he'd done for her. How could she say this to the man who bore witness to all of Vader's past atrocities?

[Name] decided she'd be dead if it weren't for the senator. Dead by the hands of Vader himself, if not the clone troops had they found her first all those years ago.

[Name] hoped Vader wasn't angry with her. He'd made his intentions known. What if he hunted her down with the intent to kill her?

The thought made her stomach churn. She knew too many secrets.

Nevertheless, [Name] reflected, preferring to think only of their nights together and the good times they shared. There were always new things to learn about Vader, which made getting to know him all the more exciting.

It was during their second week on Naboo that she'd made her latest discovery...

The sun was still high, but would soon begin to set.

Clarme, a servant of Tatooine origin tapped on her room door, just as [Name] had finished changing her clothes. Clarme was an older woman with twinkling eyes and a trusting smile. Of all the handmaidens she was her favorite. In fact, a very good friend.

The woman pushed the door open and peered inside. "You're looking rather beautiful tonight, Milady. I remember those days... of being young and in love," she mused.

[Name] spun around, turning surprised, embarrassed eyes on the elder woman.

"In love? What makes you think I'm in love?"

Clarme smiled. "Matters of the heart is my speciality". You wear your heart like a crown."

She walked into the room, pulled a necklace from the bed and draped it around [Name]'s neck.

"You have great ease with Lord Vader - of all people. And he, with you."

Of all people? "Don't say it like that-" [Name] griped.

"Don't get yourself into a huss, missy," Clarme admonished. "There's more than one side to a person. I should know. Like you, I was in love once. And he wasn't believed to be the kindest person in the Republic...but heaven knows he was good to me..."

[Name] pulled Clarme to the bed to sit beside her, her curiosity piqued. "What happened to him?"

"Oh, it's too long a story to tell," Clarme laughed.

"But I want to hear it," [Name] pleaded.

"Let's just say we got an ending. And it wasn't a happy one. But if I had to do it all over again, I would."

Clarme smiled. But there was an emptiness in it, a sadness she couldn't disguise.

For a handmaiden there was something regal about her. She was poised, confident, understanding. Wise... But hers was a wisdom that couldn't be taught, but learned from experience.

"Enough about me, young lady. Lord Vader has requested that you join him for dinner."

[Name] stood. She wore a yellow dress with lines that wrapped to the side like a seashell.

"Be careful." Clarme warned. "Eyes are always watching."

[Name] wiped the smile from her face.

"You're Vader's prisoner. Conduct yourself accordingly."

Clarme winked and pulled a wisp of hair from [Name]'s face.

"Would you see to sending the others sent away?" [Name] asked.

"Of course, with Lord Vader's permission. I will also keep in mind to make myself scarce once dinner is served."

[Name] hugged Clarme. Her hair smelled of fruit.

"You are heaven sent," [Name] said.

"Perhaps I am..."

Clarme parted with a smile that warmed [Name]'s heart.