episode nineteen — SIRENA'S GIFT the clone wars tw: sickness, emetophobia
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What is it like to feel the fury of the galaxy burning at your skin? To feel the strings holding you against your will as if you're a puppet, being moved like chess pieces on a board. Lillia Val'eaon-Skywalker rules her system because the men think she cannot. She is taunted, she is deemed unworthy by wicked tricksters hiding away in the crevices of the universe. She hears the galaxy whispering her name, who could ever truly ignore it?
So as she lays here, paying no heed to the calls of the stars, she watches the nearby ships roar across the skyline. Her bed was warm, her satin sheets cold against her skin, and her hair in silken coils flowing down her shoulders. She wanted to stay in her comfort forever, but she couldn't, she was meeting Anakin and Ahsoka in a couple minutes and needed to get ready. She figured she could wear a simple gown, but her choices (nor her closet) were never simple enough. Lillia decided on a strapless violet colored gown. It was floor length, and had lighter shades of lavender organza seeping down the middle. She wore a shrug around her collarbone and it cascaded down her arms. She found herself wearing purple lately, she did not know why, but it brought her comfort.
The Queen made her way out of her chambers, walking happily down the hall, almost skipping as she did so. The weather was colder than the warmer months, but Valérian never truly got cold. It never snowed, it barely rained. It was an eternal summer, weirdly enough, Lillia never wanted anything different. As she neared the top of the marble staircase, she saw Anakin and Ahsoka waiting within the foyer of the palace, chattering about with Soteria. Ahsoka was a short girl, with soft orange skin and white markings lined along her face. She had big blue eyes, which twinkled against the Valérian sun. She reminded Lillia of a girl she used to be friends with when she was little. Her name was Ryllae, her family disappeared one day and never returned.
"Hello." Lillia smiled as she walked down the staircase. Soteria smiled at her daughter, then excused herself and walked to a different corridor. "Your Majesty." Both of the Jedi bowed. Lillia tried to hide her soft laughter from the fact that if Ahsoka was not here, Anakin would run over to her and squash her in a hug. Lillia's guards trailed behind, a couple of paces so she would not feel trapped, but kept eyes on her nonetheless. "It's a pleasure to meet you Ahsoka, I've heard many stories already." She chimed, earning a pink face from the padawan. "Only good, I hope." She replied, Anakin raised his eyebrows in return.
"Since Ahsoka is quite new to Valérian grounds, I figured we could head over to some of the shops in Selenta?" Lillia suggested. She spent most of her time at the shops, mostly gazing at the various gown fabrics, or glittering new trinkets she could add to her collection. Whenever the Queen felt stressed, she found herself skipping down to the markets and spending a day lost in her own little galaxy.
