❝𝐈𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧.❞
Etta Novak is a gifted young Jedi Knight who's been sent on a mission to protect Senator Amidala.
After the attempt on Senator Amidala's life, Etta meets Anakin Skywalker. The cocky Chosen One who alw...
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𝚂 𝙴 𝚅 𝙴 𝙽
I SORT OUT MY LONG CURLS AND MY DOOR IS KNOCKED RAPIDLY. "Etta, are you awake?" Padmé calls out and I move to the door. I open it and she takes my hand, tugging me with her. "Where are we going?" She leads me to her room and closes the door behind her.
"Since we're going on a picnic, I think it would be better for you to wear a dress of mine instead of your robes." She says to me and pulls me towards her walk in closet. My eyes widen as I stare at all of the dresses. "Pick whatever dress you want." Padmé says and I look back at her.
"Padmé, these are your dresses. And I'm perfectly fine wearing my robes." She sighs and walks past me and searches through the dresses on hangers. "This would look nice, and besides, Anakin will be staring at you." She pulls out a purple dress and I sigh.
"I don't fancy him, Padme." I say and she holds the dress infront of my body. "Looks like it would be a perfect fit." She announces and I look at the dress. "If you really want me to, I'll wear this." I smile kindly at her and take the dress from her hands.
"I'll do your hair." She says and I frown slightly. "What's wrong with my hair?" I ask her, my curls are resting neatly on my back. "There's nothing wrong with it, I'll put your curls in a style for you." She smiles at me and leads me over to a chair opposite a vanity.
I watch as she sorts my long ginger curls into a half-up half-down, the dress rests on my lap. "You don't need to be doing all of this for me, Padmé." I say and she flicks her wrist. "Nonsense, you're my friend. It's the least I could do." She moves around to face me and brushes makeup over my face.
"Do you wear makeup usually?" She asks me and I nod. "Not much, I like when I can see my freckles." I say to her and she brushes blush on my cheeks. "Part your lips." I open my mouth and she dabs lipstick onto my lips.
She moves away from and smiles. "You look beautiful, now go put on your dress." She says to me. I hold the dress and stand up, she moves to where I sat previously and begins her hair and makeup.
I go back into the walk in closet and strip out of my pyjamas. I carefully put on the purple dress and stare at myself in the mirror. I look like a fairy princess. I giggle and hold the bottom part of the dress, spinning around whilst smiling.
I fold my pyjamas, holding them in my hands as I walk back over to Padmé. She looks at me through the vanity mirror. "You look stunning Etta!" She gapes out and turns to look at me. "Really?" I ask her and she nods. "I feel like a fairy princess." She chuckles at my words.
