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...
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𝐗𝐈𝐗 | 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓
𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙱𝚄𝙸𝙻𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶, 𝙲𝙾𝚁𝚄𝚂𝙲𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝟏𝟗 𝐁𝐁𝐘
𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐘 𝐀 towering column, its shadow reaching into the golden afternoon light filtering through the transparisteel canopy of the Senate Office Building's Atrium, Bella Trueblood observed intently.
The sunlight danced upon the polished floor, creating a mosaic of light and shadow.
Senators, draped in their elaborate robes, moved with purpose through the grand archway leading from Chancellor Palpatine's landing platform.
Their hushed conversations and the rustle of their garments filled the air, a prelude to the weighty decisions that would soon unfold within these hallowed halls.
Bella's eyes, sharp and discerning, missed nothing as she stood poised, a silent witness to the unfolding drama.
Bella's gaze swept across the grand hall, landing on the imposing figure of the Chancellor.
She couldn't help but inwardly sigh at the sight of the enigmatic elder, whose presence always seemed to cloak the room in a veil of unease.
Her eyes then caught the familiar, endearing shuffle of her protocol droid, C-3PO, moving alongside the ever-loyal R2-D2.
The sight of the astromech droid brought a spark of warmth to her heart, for it meant that her husband was surely close by, ready to join her in this moment of uncertainty.
Placing a gentle hand on her womb, Bella breathed in and out to soothe her nerves.
Today, in the grand corridors of the Senate Office Building, Bella Trueblood stands with a heart full of anticipation.
She was about to share with Anakin Skywalker the most profound news—a revelation that was both a source of immense joy and a shadow of fear.
The signs had been subtle at first: a missed cycle, the queasiness, the dawn sickness.
By the time Bella pieced together the truth, Anakin had already been dispatched to the distant reaches of the Outer Rim.
She yearned to tell him face-to-face, knowing that such a message, delivered through the cold medium of a hologram, would not only fail to convey the depth of her emotions but might also distract him from his crucial mission.
This was a moment that demanded the warmth of presence, the connection of their shared breath, and the unspoken words that only their eyes could convey.
