Royalty || Anakin Skywalker x Reader

19 - Ice Cream

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(Y/n)'s POV
"Who's there?" The man asked, stumbling over to the bottom of the tree I was in. The leaves and branches made it hard for me to be visible, but unfortunately he knew I was here because I had spoken just seconds prior when I assumed he was Anakin.

I debated on answering the man, but decided to remain silent in hopes of him thinking he was hearing things. He looked out of his mind anyway, probably stumbling over here lost and drunk from one of the saloons in town that are open at this time of day. These woods are also connected to the town, so it is not unheard of for people to explore them as I do, but many usually will not come to this part because of how close it is to the palace — they fear the Royal guards.

But judging by the state of this man, he has no clue where he is.

I watched him through the leaves as he placed his hand on the trunk of the tree, his eyes drifting down to my shoes. Then he slowly looked up with a smile, "I can see your feet." He sang and it looked like he was about to climb up.

My eyes widened, "Stay away!" I shouted on instinct as I broke off a small piece of a branch and threw it down at him.

It hit his shoulder and bounced off, making him laugh, "You do not have to be afraid, I am not going to hurt you. I just want to meet you." His tone contradicted his words. He did not sound kind like he was attempting to, he sounded mischievous.

He started to climb and I felt my heart slamming into my chest as I looked around to see if Anakin was near — he was not, and now I truly regret never listening to him, "I would keep my distance if I were you, I am Prin—"

"I do not care who you are," He interrupted me as he reached up and tried to grab ahold of my ankle, but I quickly kicked at him in hopes of knocking him down. But in my attempt at protecting myself, I lost my balance and fell backwards; he had gotten ahold of my ankle and when I pulled it from his grasp, that is when I started to fall.

I screamed as loud as humanly possible as I fell to the floor, landing on my back and knocking the wind out of me — which abruptly stopped my scream. I tried to breathe, but only coughed and choked as the tightness in my stomach and chest ached, "A—"

I heard the sound of the grass crunching underneath the footsteps of my attacker as he approached me. Although he stopped with a dread-filled expression when he finally got a full look at me, "Oh my god Princess (y/n)." He gasped as I glared at him through my teary red eyes, still unable to properly breathe or talk, "I am so sorry I do not know what came over me, please forgive me."

This man, he is afraid, and I could see it in his eyes as he quickly looked around - most likely searching for my protector. But what unsettled me the most about the situation is that if I were anybody else, this would be going a lot differently right about now. He is not apologetic because he feels sorry or because of who I am. He is only apologetic because he—just as everyone else knows—that wherever I am, someone else is not far behind.

He slowly backed away to leave, but it was already too late. The sound of footsteps were rushing in our direction and seconds later, Anakin and Piett came into view. My guard looked frantically around before he found me on the floor, struggling for air.

His eyes that were once full with fear and worry were now full of rage.

Piett was instantly at my side, "Are you okay Princess? Did he hurt you?" He inspected me with a worried gaze, unfortunately I couldn't answer.

I looked past him to Anakin who was approaching the drunken fool, "I swear I never touched her! She fell and I was only coming over to help her!" He backed away from Anakin with fear in his eyes.