Leaving was the only choice you saw fit. For your benefit and for that of the order, it was hard to take into account just how much it may affect those around you. Especially those who love you.
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First Star Wars Fanfic, tried my best so apologies...
"I don't want you to go," you confess under your breath. Barely a murmur but he heard it. You always said these words and he would always promise to meet you again the next day; he promised he would never leave.
It took everything in him not to stay, knowing it would hurt too much at the end. "I don't want to go," a smile was now on his face, widening at the twinkle in your eyes.
"Good," tugging him by the collar, you push him against the bed, matching the laugh he gave and jumping into his arms.
Rolling you onto your back, he places one hand on your thigh, the other used to rest his head on. Just as he was about to lean again you laugh a little, "what?"
"Are you going to sleep in your robes?" You point to a stain likely from the diner.
"Good idea," he kisses your forehead before dashing for the bathroom. In and out, he was back in bed within seconds, wearing only his cotton slacks. "I missed this,"
"So did I," while you were calm, there was also a cotton-full feeling in your chest. "Now, are you going to kiss me or what?" Wrapping one leg over him, your other hand rested on his bare chest.
"No need to tell me twice," he pulls you on top of him, locking in the memory of your laugh as if he'd never hear it again. "I-"
A scream broke out from Kalesto's room. That cotton-full feeling now realised to be an uneasiness. "Kal," you scramble out of bed with Obi-Wan who grabs his lightsaber too. "Kal!" Kicking open the locked door, you see her cowering in the corner as a spider-like droid lay on the floor, crushed by a broken lamp.
"Y/n!" She runs to your arms, your body kneeling to her height.
Obi-Wan shone a light on the droid using his saber, kneeling down to eye the droid. Three more figures enter the room: Anakin, Padme and Ahsoka, all adorning faces etched with worry. "What happened??" Anakin was on high alert, R2 soon rushing in after the trio.
"Seems like someone sent a spider-droid after the duchess," Obi-Wan lifts it up for everyone to see, showing a small needle full of serum. "R2, can you get a sample of this?"
He gives a small beep, taking out a kit to do so.
"It's okay, I'm here," you wipe away her tears, pulling her back for a hug, "you're okay, you're fine,"
"Are you hurt?" he checks her for any signs of injury, spotting nothing of concern. "You're very brave, Kalesto, very brave," Obi-wan scrunched his nose up a little with his smile, "how about you two have some tea while we deal with this?"
"Come on, Kal," you take her hand, leading her around the broken glass, Ahsoka following soon.
"So," Anakin looks at Obi-Wan's state, "what were you doing here so late? Was starting to wonder where you went," he crosses his arms knowingly.
"It's not like that," Obi-Wan points a warning finger. "Now, if you'll excuse me," he goes to retrieve his tunic, then chooses to join you and Kal in the living room. "Feeling better?" he gives the young duchess a squeeze on the shoulder, "tea helping?"
"Yes, thank you, Master Kenobi," she curls her knees to her chest, leaning towards you as Anakin calls Ahsoka back. The padawan pushes down all reluctance and puts away her saber, knowing crowding Kal would do no good.
"See you tomorrow, okay?" the padawan gives Kal a secure hug, "I'll make sure we catch whoever is doing this," she vows.
"Thank you," Kal returns the affections with a soft sniffle. She eventually falls back into your arms, bringing the mug of tea to her lips and glancing around. Her heart was still heightened, eyes frantic every so often. A creak, a breeze, a passing vehicle, it had the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.
"Come on, let's head to bed," you go to stand but she only cling onto your clothes tighter, "don't worry, I won't leave you," after a little persistence, you got her to follow you to your room, Obi-Wan close behind with his lightsaber still drawn.
"Why are they doing this?" There was a small crack in her voice, teary eyed fear to match.
"We aren't sure, but we will figure it out," you sit on one side, tucking her in cozily, "I'll keep you safe... I'm sorry for not being there sooner,"
"It's okay," she locks her hand around yours, feeling secure when you do the same, "goodnight, Y/n,"
"Goodnight, Kal," waiting for her to doze off finally, you look up at Obi-Wan with an unsure look.
"I'll keep a look out," he walks to your side, giving your temple a kiss, "go to bed, don't worry,"
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"Good morning, Duchess!" Darian bursts through the doors just as she took a mug of tea from your hands.
"I will wake Obi-Wan up, will you be alright?" Your words were meant for her but apparently Darian hasn't caught this.
"She will be fine, we are no threat to the duchess," he gives a low laugh which you eye uncertainly.
Leaving back to your room, Obi-Wan was slumped on the bed, awkwardly positioned. "Obi-Wan," you whisper, rubbing his shoulder.
"I'm awake, I'm awake," he grumbles, turning to his side and slipping down properly under the covers.
"Get up, handsome, a messenger droid just told me the council requests your presence," sitting on the edge of the bed, you watch him drape an arm over you, "wake up or I'll never make you meiloorun pie again,"
"No need to tell me twice," he almost shot out of bed, walking to your bathroom to get ready.
Following him in, once he splashed his face with water, you meet him by his side. "Klatar advisors outside, wait here," you kiss his cheek and return to Kal. "Is everything okay?"
"Quite fine," Dorian snaps at you, storming out the room with his two companions by his side.
"What's up their asses this morning?" You fold your arms as Kal huffs, not knowing either. "They're gone!" You call out, waving him over as he peaks around the corner.
"Finally," Obi-Wan combs back his hair only for you to fix it again. "Good?"
"Perfect," you correct, pushing him towards the door. "Have a good day, try not to get too bored,"
"You too," he then eyes Kal who averts her gaze, "keep an eye on her," then he plants a quick kiss on your cheek, exiting soon enough.
"So... when's the wedding?" She says with a sly tone. Her smile brought one to your face as well, though all you do in response is lightly tap her shoulder.
"Shut up,"
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