The Chosen One(s) | Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Chapter 53 - Zygerria

*A/N - I just wanted to say thank you for all the lovely and supportive comments the last chapter. It means the world.*

**TW - brief mention of domestic physical violence.**

Y/N's POV:

*Dream sequence begins...*

A woman that looks to be in her early twenties paces back and forth in a fanciful palace bedroom. In spite of the fact that I know I've never seen her before— in real life or in my dreams— I can't help but find something familiar about her.

"I will tell Mother and Father to call the whole thing off. You shouldn't have to—"

"There's no need. I've decided. I'm going to go through with it." My vision shifts to Diana— the unknown woman who's occupied my subconscious more and more these days. "I'm going to make the best of it." She declares confidently to the other woman.

Why do I keep dreaming of her? Is she even real? Or is she just a figment of my imagination— and if so, why did I conjure up her image and what does it mean? That is, if it means anything at all.

I deduce then that there is an explanation as to why the other girl looks so familiar— it's because she looks so similar to Diana. They must be sisters.

"But you don't even know him—" she grimaces.

Diana stands up from her seated position and grabs her sister's hands with warm affection. "Breha, I'm okay. Really." She assures her with a smile comprised of sheer optimism. "He's very handsome and he seems to be quite kind from our earlier meeting... And he's a prince. Heir to the throne. A lady could do much worse."

Breha sighs. "I just... I'm sorry that these are the circumstances you were put in. Not being able to marry for love. Having your marriage be the product of a royal merger to strengthen the finances of our planet." She frowns. "It's not fair. You deserve so much more."

Diana's eyes sparkle with hope. "Who's to say we won't fall in love?" She asks her inquisitively. "And I want to do this. For our planet. It's an honour for me."

Breha bites the inside of her cheek nervously, clearly hesitant to go along with this plan, although her nerves seem to settle a little the more her sister speaks. "Do you really think you can be happy with him?" She asks.

For a second, Diana's eyes flicker with uncertainty, but she quickly pushes any doubts from her mind and puts on another self-assured smile. "I hope so."

The corners of my vision then swirl with darkness before I'm transposed into another location. I'm in a field like the one I'd seen earlier that reminded me of Naboo. Qui-Gon and Diana are standing across from one another, both looking grim and solemn.

"Just tell me." Diana speaks.

"The Council is requesting I return to the temple." Qui-Gon replies.

Quickly, another scene advances to the forefronts of my mind. I'm in a new room. It's dark. A sterile environment like that of a hospital. Diana lays on some strange chair, with her feet up and out in what looks to be stirrups. A sheet covers her lower torso and her thighs, but her shirt is pulled up and her abdomen is on display. Her belly looks slightly rounded.

"Congratulations, Princess! You are with child!" A woman in a white coat announces with a beaming smile.

Diana's whole face lights up, a small excited gasp falling from her lips. "Wh—hat?" She appears practically speechless, unable to form a coherent thought or sentence in the wake of such joyous and extraordinary news.