[OBITUARY] A.S

[04]

•.[STAR WARS].•
19 BBY
Revenge of the Sith
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"I've got to say little one- you really are starting to weigh your mummy down.." A tired yet amused voice sighed as she spoke lowly against the hushed and tranquil walls of the room.

Odessa stood, or rather leaned in solitude- something she had grown used to in the past week. Her husband was often else where, concerning and submerging himself in matters that she could no longer fathom nor be allowed to understand. Her hazel azure coloured eyes held darkened shadows, her restless nights of worry and concern clouding every inch of sleep she was able to have. This was a happy time- the happiest- and yet she too felt a leaden and shady undertone, that refused to wash away. It was like a heated gaze, prowling eyes. She felt consequently on edge; like the world was closing in on her and consequently, there was nothing she could do to stop it.

She glanced down at her globing stomach stretched across the navy fabric of her dress, where her hand also found a place, rubbing it softly "But mummy's going to carry you for as long as you need in there- as long as you need baby."

She laughed softly, blinking back the tears that had began to form in her eyes "I'm not going anywhere."

Everything was bittersweet. The nursery or rather the baby's room had come far, it was open and wide reaching, an epitome of natural light and radiance of the morning glow. She wanted it to easily showcase the falling of the sun and consequently the rising of the moon; where luminescence homed an innate source of comfort and art. This wasn't her home, but Coruscant was a place she knew she would always be involved with and therefore her child would be. Chalk white walls glazed every corner with ornamental art pieces of gold crested feathers, the chandelier scattered like rain drops, mirroring the movement but now with golden tears falling to the ground.

Her fingers brushes softly against the spinning cradle above the crib, smiling tenderly as it spun monotonously, whilst a soft melody began to play. The same melody her own mother used to hum to her when she was an infant. It switched around and around, from the moon to the sun, the gold and silver. Everything was just how she had hoped, teddies lining the corner of the room beside the rocking chair which opposed a small hatched table, with books and miniature status.

She envied the day the room was fuelled with love, the love for her child which would soon lay in her arms, rocking her or him too sleep. She would fight off all the nightmares, or the dark lonely nights, all the things that she was scared of as a child.

"My lady-"

Odessa shuddered, blinking harshly as she turned to the gently and smooth voice of one of her handmaidens, who greeted her with a tender smile "Master Kenobi has come to see you, shall I send him in to you?"