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In which, Prince Anakin Skywalker stumbles upon a young princess (you) who happens to be the descendant of the mad Sith, Sheeve Palpatine. Although, there is a tini tiny problem... The Siths are supposed to be extinct, their kingdom burned to th...
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𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊
Aemélia took a sip of her wine, staring at the beautiful wiew of the colorful sunset as she sat on the balcony. She let out a breath while shutting her eyes, feeling the wind crash against her skin, sending shivers down her spine.
"You called, mother?" She quickly reckognized the owner of the deep voice, opening her eyes as she turned around to face him. "My son," she smiled at him, her gaze quickly skipping over to her oldest daughter who was present as well. "Ah, and my sweet girl," she stood up from the chair, walking over to her children, pressing a soft kiss to both children's forhead.
"You wanted to speak with us?" the young princess tilted her head questioningly.
Amélia sighed, "the king of Alderaan is dead, my loves." The words fell right out of her mouth, watching as the smiles present on her children's lips faltered at the unexpected statement. "Your father wishes to take immediate action by taking advantage of the the royal family and their people's sorrow... He believes it's time to overthrow the new King," she finished.
"But...he can't. The dragons are not prepared, we need more time." Keaton said, worried his father might make some bad choices.
"I will do what I can to talk him out of it, but if I fail..." the Queen dressed in white stood up from her seat, walking over to her children to cup her son's right cheek and her oldest daughter's right one, her gaze flickering between the worried siblings. "I want you to run. Get as far away from Endor as possible."
Both of them stared at their mother in slight shock, feeling both confused and scared. "Mother, I don't understand, why?" (y/n) was the first to speak up, glancing at her brother before looking back at her mother, more scared than she's ever felt before.
"My sweet little dragon...you are far too young to participate in war. But your father knows how close you and the dragons are. He will want you to lead them into Alderaan, to order them to burn everything down until he could bathe in the Kingdom's ashes." She explained, her thumb softly caressing her daughter's cheekbone.
"No, I can't leave you and Raeven alone with father. I must stay here with you, to protect the both of you." Keaton said, refusing to comply to his mother's wishes as he kept his posture straight and confident.
"No, Keaton, your sister cannot wander around in the woods alone." Aemélia said in a stern voice, only to get interrupted by the Knight clearing his throat as he stood a few meters away from them. "You know I will protect the princess if you ask me to, My Queen." Joran spoke, bowing his head slightly at the last words.
Aemélia went quiet, looking down at the floor for a couple of seconds before turning around to face the Knight. "You will take care of her, barry her in your arms if she is to tired to walk." The Queen took slow steps towards him, making her appear even more threatning. "But most important of all, you will protect her with your life." She finished, pointing a finger back at her daughter without looking at her.
