Royalty || Anakin Skywalker x Reader

27 - Our Destiny

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(Y/n)'s POV
Every effort to avoid this was wasted, which is something we should have known. From the instant our lives intersected, it felt as though fate had crafted our destiny; instinctively, we both must have known that we were fated to be swept away in the depths of an all-consuming love.

Flashback

As I stood in the grand hall, the air thick with anticipation, I laid eyes on Anakin for the first time. He was to be my new Royal guard, a figure of strength and loyalty, dressed in the polished armor that gleamed under the ornate chandeliers. The moment our gazes locked, I felt an undeniable jolt, a flicker of something profound igniting within me. The atmosphere around us faded into a quiet blur, the bustling sounds of the court and the whispers of the nobles dissolving into silence. All that remained was the intensity of his gaze, a silent promise of protection.

Padmé leaned closer, her voice low enough for only me to hear, "He is quite handsome," her eyes fixed on him, mirroring my own fascination.

I nodded in agreement, "Indeed, he is." My heart raced as I took in the sight of him—his somewhat long and rugged hair, the confident stance, and those piercing blue eyes that seemed to hold galaxies within them.

Anakin stepped forward, extending his hand toward me. "Anakin Skywalker, your highness," he introduced himself with a smile that lit up his face, revealing a boyish charm that was impossible to resist, "It is a pleasure to meet you and a pleasure to be trusted with the duty to protect you."

I took his hand, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine, and he gently pressed a kiss to the back of it."It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Anakin. Please, just call me (y/n)." As he released my hand, his gaze met mine, and the air around us thickened with an unspoken connection, as if fate had orchestrated this moment just for us.

"(Y/n)," he said, my name rolling off his tongue with a warmth that made my heart flutter. There was something in the way he said it, a sincerity that made me feel seen, as if he was truly interested in who I was beyond the title of 'your highness.'

In that brief moment, we were blissfully oblivious to the fact that our fingers remained intertwined, and our gazes held each other captive.

Flashback ends

The memory of our first meeting remained vividly etched in my mind, a moment where we both seemed so enchanted with each other. In those early days, everything felt magical and effortless. However, as time went on, the fabric of our relationship started to fray and become strained. I would not say that we were strained in a negative way; rather, we struggled with emotions we felt we had to suppress due to our obligations. So instead of addressing these feelings head-on, we projected them in other ways—such as bickering until we were at each others throats.

But now we are here, shoving those obligations aside and giving in to those suppressed emotions. We are being selfish—for once.

Anakin pressed his lips against mine with an intensity that took my breath away and the clang of his sword hitting the ground echoed in the air. His hands explored the fabric of my dress, desperately seeking the buttons that held it together, fingers brushing against my skin, igniting a fire that spread through me like wildfire.