The Chosen One(s) | Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Chapter 54 - Jealousy

*A/N - Sorry I have been gone for so long. I was in a rut writing wise. I have a lot of plot lines I need to get through and didn't know how to organize them. I'm still figuring it out. I know what I want to write but not how to write it cohesively just yet if that makes sense. Anyways, I'm going to try to hammer through this rough patch and hopefully make it to where I want it to go successfully.

Thank you for your patience.*

Y/N's POV:

The Zygerrian slaver leads us into the gigantic palace of the Queen. It is utterly spotless, alluding to the cruel demands she must place on her slaves. My hypothesis is seemingly proven when I watch as a slave is scolded and whipped for missing the tiniest spackle of dust.

As we approach the Queen in her throne room, I watch as her feline-featured eyes hover from Ahsoka and I and then plant themselves firmly onto Anakin. She gasps and her eyes dance with approval and lustful intrigue. It's a good thing my face is currently covered by a cloak, as I'm struggling to contain my judgment.

"My Queen," one of the guards bows to her highness. "I present Lars Quell." He maneuvers his hands to introduce Anakin as if her eyes weren't already glued to on his physique.

"Hmm... so you're the man who claims to be acquainted with Bruno Denturri?" She eyes him up from her throne. A blue bird sits on one of her shoulders while a slave feeds it pieces of bread.

"Yes, your highness." Anakin replies before slowly and dramatically taking off his helmet and swooping his hair to the side. "However, when I spoke with him, he failed to describe your beauty." He flashes his perfect teeth at her in a charming smile.

My eyelid twitches. Realistically, I know Anakin is not interested in this woman, but that doesn't help the jealousy that brews in my belly, making me feel sick. I push down the bile making its way up my throat. He is only playing a part, I remind myself.

The Queen's cheeks immediately flush red as a flattered chuckle escapes her voice. "Really?" Her expression suddenly shifts. The rouge immediately leaves her cheeks and her gaze switched to one filled with suspicion and distain. "And did Bruno speak of my intense hatred for him? Or did that escape his memory as well?"

Her guard pulls out a blaster, cocking the barrel directly towards Anakin's head.

Anakin doesn't let any feelings of panic reach his facial muscles, instead looking completely unintimidated and at ease. "He need not speak of it, your majesty." He brings his finger to the tip of the weapon, gently brushing it away with a cocky smirk. "In fact, Bruno Denturri will not be speaking. Ever again."

The Queen tilts her head to the side, her eyes narrowing skeptically. "What do you mean?"

Anakin steps towards her confidently. "Bruno Denturri's dead by my hand." He lies effortlessly. "Here are slaves from his palace." He points at me and Ahsoka. "Compensation for my efforts."

He pulls our cloaks off our body roughly to sell the lack of respect someone like his character would have for slaves, revealing ourselves in our skimpy and degrading garments. "Unhand us, brigand!" I yell, working to sell the act.

The Queen's expression turns back to her initial one of intrigue. "You impress me, Lars Quell." She stands from her seat and steps off her platform, making her way down towards us for a closer inspection. She eyes Ahsoka and I closely "They are quite the prize." She bares all her teeth in a twisted grin. "And to have defeated Bruno Denturri in combat? Well, you must be quite the warrior."

"Hmmm" she hums, circling around the two of us. "Mh-hmm. These slaves are certainly on fine stock. Bruno always knew how to choose a beautiful female."