Flames of Fate {Daenerys x Anakin Story}

Chapter 35: Confessions At Dawn

The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains of Daenerys's penthouse, casting a warm glow over the luxurious interior. Despite the brightness, a heavy tension hung in the air. Anakin Skywalker sat in the living area, his posture tense and his thoughts troubled. In the bedroom, Daenerys was finishing her hair; the silence between them was palpable. The events of the previous night weighed on both of their minds, yet neither had addressed the elephant in the room.

Anakin couldn't bear the silence any longer. He stood abruptly, striding towards the bedroom with purposeful steps. "What were you doing meeting with the Chancellor last night?" he demanded, his tone harsher than he intended.

Daenerys paused, turning to face him with a look of offense. "Is that really the first thing you said to me today?" She retorted, her voice carrying a mix of hurt and frustration. She turned back to her mirror, finishing her hair with deliberate care before walking past Anakin to select her jewelry.

Anakin followed her with his eyes, his expression softening. "What were you doing with the Chancellor?" he repeated, this time more calmly.

Daenerys sighed, her back to him, as she picked up a piece of silver Targaryen jewelry. "He... he invited me last minute to join him to see the show. It was so last minute that I had no time to inform you," she replied, her voice unsteady with the lie.

Anakin stepped closer, his gaze intense. "I know you are lying... I can sense it," he said, his frustration simmering just below the surface.

Daenerys spun around, her eyes flashing with anger. "You don't see me asking you the same thing now, do you, Anakin?" She shot back, her voice rising.

They stood face-to-face, the tension between them almost tangible. Daenerys stepped aside, clutching the jewelry, and moved to the mirror. Anakin watched her, his emotions a turbulent mix. He sighed deeply, trying to calm himself as he sat on the edge of the bed, burying his face in his hands.

"You're right," he began, his voice muffled. "I met with the Chancellor because, for the last few days, he has asked me to keep an eye on the Jedi Council and their affairs."

Daenerys froze, the jewelry slipping from her fingers. "What?" she whispered, turning to face him fully.

Anakin looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of guilt and frustration. "He did this by placing me—forcing the Jedi to put me on the Council," he explained. "The Council accepted this, but they were deeply frustrated and still didn't give me the rank of master. How could I sit on the council if I'm not a Jedi Master?"

"Oh, Ani," Daenerys said softly, crossing the room to him. She ran her fingers through his hair, trying to offer some comfort.

"That's not even the worst of it." Anakin continued, his voice tinged with defeat. "Not only does the Chancellor want me to inform him of what the Council does, but Obi-Wan and the other Masters have asked me to report what the Chancellor tells me."

Daenerys stood beside him, her hand resting gently on his head as he leaned his forehead against her stomach. The weight of his burden pressed down on them both.

After a few moments of silence, Daenerys took a deep breath. "Well, since you told me the truth, it is only fair I tell you mine as well," she said, her voice trembling slightly.

Anakin lifted his head, looking up at her with a mixture of hope and dread. "What is it?" he asked.

Nervously, Daenerys fidgeted with her fingers. "The Chancellor has also recruited me. He asked me to spy on the other senators outside of senatorial meetings because he believes some of them are trying to overthrow him and take his executive powers," she confessed.