Royalty || Anakin Skywalker x Reader

23 - Adoration

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(y/n)'s POV
"It is not fair," Ahsoka paced around my bedroom. Anakin and I sat at the end of my bed, our eyes and heads following every move, "It is not fair to be forced into this life that I did not ask for. I do not wish to marry some fool who will see me as nothing but a trophy wife as he galavants with the whores of the town." She paused her steps and faced us, tears in her eyes, "I do not want to be a royal."

I sighed, understanding where she was coming from. I do love being a Royal and I love my people and town, but it can be exhausting. What we want hardly matters and it is a situation that is unfair to most, "Unfortunately, we do not get a choice."

Listen to me, I sound like my Father.

"But why?" The tears in her eyes broke free and streamed down her cheeks until they met on her chin, "Why must it be this way? Why can I not go and do what makes me happy in this life that I live?" She placed her hand on her chest.

"I wish I had an answer," I looked away, to the floor, "And I wish things were different too. I do not believe love should be limited to a certain selection, a not very good one either." I rolled my eyes thinking about all the candidates that made me want to stick a fork in my eye. Or cover my ears to tune out their annoying singing and voices.

"Do you wish to know the..." She scrunched her face in revulsion, "Barbarian my parents have chosen for me? Lux Bonteri." She began to laugh, maniacally leaving Anakin with a nervous expression, as if she was going to lose her mind any moment, "You hear that? Him, and I do not even get a say."

Lux Bonteri is a man her and I have known since we were children. He was kind for the most part, until he got older and arrogant and now walks with a stick lodge straight up his arse — more than Anakin. There is also talk about him now being promiscuous, much like his father.

His Mother is not in the picture, she disappeared with rumors of her running to have a better, quiet, life. Not a soul blamed her.

"Who is he?" Anakin spoke for the first time during Ahsoka's crisis.

"No one worth my time," She dropped to the floor, placing her head in her hands, "I am sure he would much rather marry (y/n) than I anyway, he always had a crush on her. Like most of the boys back then." She laughed, glancing up for only a moment before covering her eyes once more.

"Perhaps back then," I stood up from the bed and walked towards her, "Now is a much different story, based on what I have heard about him. He is much too busy with tavern whores and maids to think about marriage." I knelt down beside her and placed my fingers under her chin to lift her gaze, "Maybe he does not want this as much as you. You can try talking to him to see if he can put an end to this. Him, I am sure they will listen to because apparently having male parts makes one more superior."

I wish I could help her. To end all of her tears, but my hands are tied. The only way this could not happen is if Lux calls it off, or Ahsoka's father. The second choice will likely not happen, but the first... maybe there is hope.

Before Ahsoka could respond, there was a light knock on my door, "Get in the closet," I whispered in a panic as I ushered her back to where I found her and closed the door on her worried expression. It is only a matter of time before her parents realize she is gone, and only a matter of a time before they come looking for her here. Which raises a question that I had failed to ask her, how did she get here? Because surely she was not escorted.

Once Anakin saw Ahsoka was hidden away, he answered the door, "Piett, what do you want, we are a little busy at the moment."

Piett pushed past his best friend with an annoyed look in his eyes. His clothes were in disarray and he was covered in mud. At least I hope it is mud, "Princess," He bowed to me before looking at Anakin, "You promised me that after the Princess had her dance lesson. You would come and aid me in giving the wolves a bath, more specifically, yours." He wiped the mud from his cheeks with his bare hands before cupping Anakin's cheeks and sliding his hands down to cover them with the wet dirt. I covered my mouth with wide eyes, holding in laughter, "My appearance is at the curtesy of Menace, there is even mud in my teeth."