𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑-𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 | ❝WE ARE CURSED TO BE STAR-CROSSED LOVERS, FOR OUR LOVE WAS FORBIDDEN AND FATED TO END TRAGICALLY. A LOVE STORY THAT LASTS ALL TOO BRIEFLY AND ONLY WRITTEN ACROSS THE STARS❞
In which, the young handsome 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐊𝐘𝐖...
FEEL THIS MOMENT — PITBULL (FEAT. CHRISTINA AGUILERA)
❝FOR LUCK❞
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𝐈𝐈𝐈 | 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄
𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃, casting their golden glow across the endless dunes of Tatooine, Princess Bella stirred from her slumber.
The oppressive heat of this arid world was a stark contrast to the cooler climes she was accustomed to, yet she had slept soundly, her dreams untroubled.
Despite the sweltering air and the myriad questions swirling in her young mind, Bella's patience held firm.
She knew that the answers she sought from Qui-Gon Jinn would come in due time, once the thunderous roar of the podrace had subsided.
For now, she embraced the stillness of the morning, her curiosity tempered by a serene resolve.
Preparing for their adventure didn't take long.
Bella and Padmé, with the ease of close friends, assisted each other with their hair.
Padmé's nimble fingers deftly arranged Bella's luscious curls, securing them half-up, half-down with an ornate gold hairpin that glinted in the soft light.
Bella's cascading brown curls framed her face and tumbled down her back like a waterfall of silk.
In return, Bella gathered Padmé's straightened hair into a high ponytail, weaving in delicate braids that added a touch of elegance.
Despite the absence of their handmaidens, the girls' hairstyles were a testament to their bond and innate sense of style, radiating a beauty that was both regal and heartfelt.
Untouched by the scorching heat, Bella remained remarkably cool and dry.
The princess possessed a unique trait—an inability to sweat.
Bella often pondered if it was a gift from her lineage, a genetic blessing that spared her the discomfort of perspiration.
Bella reveled in this peculiarity, for it meant her pristine white dress retained the delicate, floral fragrance of her home planet.
The scent of blooming flowers clung to her attire, a stark contrast to the arid desert surroundings.
Padmé couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy towards Bella's effortless grace and the sweet aroma that followed her, unmarred by the harsh climate.
Now, Bella perched gracefully atop an Eopie, a sturdy, camel-like beast native to the arid deserts of Tatooine.
The creature bore the weight of Anakin's pod engine, securely fastened with thick ropes around its broad midsection, the heavy machinery trailing behind, carving tracks in the scorching sand.
