The Knight and The Duchess (Star Wars AU) (On Hold)

10.Dancers

He was a Padawan no longer and I was still the Duchess and the Queen. Whether or not my people would agree, I didn't know for sure.

*Satine's P.O.V*

I pulled my knees up to my chest and nestled my face in the baby blue fabric of my skirt. I couldn't look. I rested my forehead on my knee and I shivered, rubbing my arms and my short lace sleeves. I don't think it was really cold. I was probably imagining it. I lifted my head and stared at the sparsely populated hall. A few people entered through the archway, greeted by Almec. Their eyes wandered over to me, but swiftly they glanced away, avoiding eye contact. I held my face in my hands and peeked between my fingers. Obi-Wan was unusually absent from the scene. My teeth chattered from the cold and I closed my eyes, blocking out everything. My vision glowed white and the black-veiled bride appeared, smirking. Even when she was impaled from behind by a blade of black-and-white, she remained, with a devilish satisfaction.

She was going to kill me.

"Are you alright?" she asked, in distorted, echoing voice. I screamed and my eyelids flickered open.

"Are you alright?" a familiar voice asked. I lifted my head out of my frozen hands and discovered, it was Obi-Wan who stood there, looking concerned. I blinked a few times and didn't respond. Obi-Wan, obviously unnerved, fidgeted where he stood for a few seconds and finally, extended his hand. I grabbed hold of it and pulled myself up.

"I'm scared," I whispered, "I'm very scared." I gazed down at the floor, avoiding eye contact.

Obi-Wan smiled and replied, "Well, it's only natural. I wasn't even this scared when I left the Order three years ago. We are getting married, after all. This is quite scary." He paused, expecting me to laugh or, at least, smile.

I finally looked him in the eye, "It's not that..."

Obi-Wan said nothing and pondered for a few seconds. "You know what," he began, in a optimistic tone, "I'll keep my lightsaber on me. I can protect you, even against another Force-sensitive... We'll get through this. We'll be happy. Right?"

"I hope so..." I mumbled. I tried to smile.

Obi-Wan's eyes widened as he looked down at my feet, "You're not wearing shoes." He looked back up and asked, "Why don't have any shoes?"

I giggled and replied, "I did warn you."

"I thought you joking,"

"I'm never joking,"

*time skip brought to you by a bunch of Mandalorians partying*

*Obi-Wan's P.O.V.*

I have learned two things:

-Mandos like to party and

-Mandos like to drink.

Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, I didn't share any of those traits. And Satine was nowhere to be found. Because of this, I sat alone in the corner of hall, watching a group dance with fascination. The guests formed concentric circles that traveled around the hall, picking up more members and expanding as they went along. I had never seen anything like it. I was never fond of dancing and neither were most Jedi. Expect for that time when Master Qui-Gon and Master Tahl started a dance party in Jedi Temple, when they were Padawans.

Though I'm sure that's aside from the point.

I assumed Satine was dancing. It was her wedding, after all. No, it's our wedding. I didn't understand why I repeatedly had to remind myself. It annoyed me, I should remember. I should-

"Are you alright?" a familiar voice asked. I stared in front of me and blocking my vision was sky blue flowing skirt. I looked up to see Satine, extending her hand down to me. I grabbed her pale hands and she wrapped her fingers around my palm.

I stood up and replied, "Yes, I'm quite alright. On another note, what's going on?"

Satine leaned over, "I'm not sure. I've never been to wedding before."

"Neither have I..."

Satine looked out into the hall and back at me. She offered her hand and asked, "Shall we?"

I shrugged, "I can't dance,"

"Neither can I," she smiled and took my hand, "Come on, Obi. Let's dance."