The Chosen One(s) | Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Chapter 30 - My Wife

*TW - This chapter contains a non-consensual kiss (Anakin and Y/N are not the culprits) and physical violence.*

**A/N - I know I said this chapter would contain smut, but I couldn't fit everything I had planned into this one chapter, so it will actually be occurring in the next.

I'm sorry for all the stupid angst between these two. I promise we will get past this. I promise this story has a happy ending.*

Anakin's POV:

I didn't want to split up, but I knew it was best. Y/N and I were bordering on treacherous territory and I knew it was only a ticking time bomb before her lips were on mine again.

I had been too weak and too honest. Too close to giving her the truth— that I not only wanted her due to lust but also because I love—

No. I can't love her. It would destroy us. Mace's check-ins were stark reminders of why I needed to push her away.

I was angry with myself. I was a war general. A Jedi knight. I was supposed to be a protector. I was known for my strength. And yet with her, all my defences come down. I can't seem to resist her.

I had failed the first woman I loved— my mother. It had been too late to save her. But I had promised I wouldn't let it happen again. That the next time I would be better, stronger, more powerful.

I cannot be weak any longer, and I know the only way to do that is to stay away from her.

So here I was, spending time in the gardens with Princess Cordelia; while Y/N, along with another royal guard, escorted the King and Queen into town with their youngest daughter to shop. Cordelia conveniently didn't want to go— something that was obviously out of character for her considering the strange looks her parents and sister gave her.

Cordelia had her arm linked with mine as she sauntered through the floral-decorated pathways, claiming she felt "safer this way" after her earlier attack.

"And this flower is called the Damiana. It's famous in Adamo." She pointed to a woody shrub with small vibrant yellow flowers. "Wanna know why?"

"I'd love to." I lied, not putting in any effort to sound convincing. She wasn't the woman I wanted to spend my time with.

A wicked grin formed on her face. She seemingly hadn't noticed the lack of interest in my tone. She leaned in, hovering over my ear. "It's the special ingredient in that wine you liked so much last night."

"I see." I gulped nervously, noticing the Princess had suddenly trapped us in a corner where no one could see. She closed the distance between our bodies, pushing me into a shrubbery to the point its bristles were poking against my back.

She trailed her finger against my jawline, staring into my lips with wild dilated pupils. "It's rumoured that smelling the flower has the same effects as consumption."

I tried to back away from her, but was only met with the pain of the plant behind me digging further into me. "Princess, I think we should—"

"Maybe you should see for yourself." She interrupted me, picking a flower from its stem.

Before she could bring the flower to my nose to get me to inhale, I pushed her away— trying my best to be gentle while putting some necessary distance between us.

"Maybe I will see later.... When I'm with my wife." I emphasized her title.

A flicker of disappointment flashed across her face but she hid it quickly and flashed a seductive smile. "Your wife doesn't have to know."