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Traveling back and forth to Valérian was extremely tiring, but Lillia desperately missed her home. She figured that she would stay here for a couple of months, continue her reign as Queen and try to keep out of Courscant. Although it was closer to Anakin, she could not have her universe revolve around his star. Lillia felt like a string was connecting her and Valérian, and every time she left her home, a microscopic piece of the fabric split. Valérian was always going to welcome her back with open arms. Her stomach was aching from the shudders of the ship exiting hyper-space. The changes of her traveling to every planet was beginning to take a toll on her health.
As the ship landed, she was immediately met with her advisors, who held agendas and holo-pads in their hands. "Your Majesty." They bowed, earning a smile from the Queen. "We are afraid that you must be back on your ship. You are asked to attend a charity gala on Talisen." One of them spoke up. "Right now?" The Queen asked. She was exhausted, she needed sleep, and food.
They nodded. Lillia almost sighed dramatically, but she chose not to. Taking a deep breath, she smiled. "Okay!" She tried to hide her clear annoyance. "Your guards have another gown for you on the ship, they will be here shortly."
"Alright." She breathed, "Thank you." Lillia walked back up into the ship, collapsing into one of the cod beds in a closed off cabin. She wanted nothing more than to fall asleep in Anakin's arms, coated softly in silken sheets under the moons of Valérian. But she couldn't. She had to live with the fact that Anakin would be gone most of the time until the war was over. He could be halfway across the galaxy, Lillia would not know. War was only beginning, and a wife missed her husband.
"Your Majesty, we will be there shortly." A guard called out from the nearby cockpit. "Thank you." She answered, half asleep and half awake. She looked to the gown hanging on the wall, it was a lavender purple with straps hanging around the neck. The gems hung like a patterned skirt, and dangled as the ship began to take off. The jewels were Valérian, Lillia could tell from the shimmer. The layers were silk, with a splash of rich organza.
The Queen groaned, not wanting to get up from the comfy bed. She stared for just a moment, and then dragged herself off the bed. She had to get through the gala without feeling sick, that was all that mattered. ⠀⠀⠀. . ﾟ . . ✦ , .⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * .. . ⋆✴︎ , * ⠀ ⠀ ,⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀. ⠀ ⠀. ˚ ⠀ ⠀ ,
