The Chosen One(s) | Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Chapter 49 - Kiss Me Please. I've Needed You for so Long.

Y/N's POV:

*Dream Sequence begins...*

The Princess from my previous dreams sits at her vanity, brushing her hair with a solemn expression. A single tear drop threatens to escape one of her eyes. She looks at her reflection in the mirror, as if commanding herself to be strong, to not unveil her emotions.

In spite of the fact I do not know her, I feel so heartbroken for her. I feel some sort of protective instinct as if she were a friend or family. I want to help her with whatever trouble seems to plague her mind.

Suddenly, there's a knock on her door. "Come in," she tells whoever is waiting on the other side.

That Jedi Master, Qui-Gon as I know him now, emerges into view in the mirror while the Princess continues to brush out her curls.

"Your highness, I'm sorry to bother you. Your husband asked me—"

She puts down her brush, turning in her chair to face him. "Please, call me Diana. No one ever calls me by my name anymore."

Qui-Gon stiffens, most likely uncomfortable by the request as a Jedi, feeling as if he should follow protocol and address her by her formal title. "Your highness, I shouldn't—"

The Princess sighs, need bleeding through her voice. "Please"

His gaze softens, an empathetic look dawning in his eyes. "Alright..." he nods his head gently. "Diana."

A quiver of her lip and the faintest of a smile forms on her face. "Thank you." Her eyes sparkle.

The dream then flashes to another scene, with the Princess and the Jedi in some sort of village— one that awfully reminds me of Naboo— with the two of them in civilian clothes and a hood covering the princess's head as if to conceal her identity.

"My husband and I had an arranged marriage... but in the beginning, I thought we might actually have a chance at the real thing. He was not unkind and treated me well back then." She walks forward regally as she speaks.

"Back then?" Qui-Gon's brows knit together.

"Yes before we found out..." she trails off with a crestfallen look. "Now he could never love me."

"That can't be possible." He replies instantly.

"Are you doubting my word?" She stops in her tracks, staring up at him slightly offended.

"No, it's just..." Qui-Gon looks at her thoughtfully. "Forgive me, Princess... I just can't see how someone could not love you."

Her eyes instantly soften, meeting his. Something akin to a spark flashes in their eye-lines—something almost magical— like they are seeing each other in a whole new light.

Qui-Gon is the first to look away after realization seems to strike him, that the way he is looking at her is highly inappropriate for a Jedi to be looking at a woman— let alone that of a married woman— a princess tied to a prince.

He looks at the ground, clearing his throat, no longer allowing himself to meet her gaze. "Like I said, forgive me, your highness."

Before I can see her response, the background swirls around my mind around as I'm transported to another destination with the couple.

This time they are in that same gloomy palace bedroom from before. Lightening strikes outside, accompanied by thunderous roars. The room feels thick with tension. The Jedi and the Princess stand at a distance from one another, eyeing each other with strong emotions.

"Diana!" He strides towards her urgently then, his eyes suddenly flooded with concern. It's then I see the red mark against her cheek, imprinted like that of a backhand.