"Milady," Obi-Wan says, bowing before the white-painted face of Padmé Amidala, who sits on a throne of faux gold.
"Master Kenobi." She nods in reverence as he stands straight once more. "You can speak freely here; address me as you would anyone else." She gestures to the entirety of the room with both hands. "My headdress and face paint are nothing more than traditions."
"I thank you, Padmé. I am here to discuss my stay. Sabé, the handmaiden, had approved, but I have received instructions from the Council that I must share with you."
She nods once, looking straight into his bright blue eyes.
"When I contacted the Council, its members were very glad to have heard that you were in better health than when I arrived. I was granted permission to stay until your time comes, in six weeks." He pauses, wanting to get to the real reason for the audience. "Milady, I must also inform you that I sense an imminent danger comes for your life."
But she seems unfazed. "Yes, I am aware."
He blinks in surprise. "How did you come upon this knowledge? I only first sensed it at your bedside this morning."
"Call it what you will, General. Queen's knowledge. Mother's instincts." She looks around. "Captain Panaka, would you?"
A red-caped guard of dark skin rushes to her side and assists her in standing up.
Obi-Wan offers his arm as she slowly makes her way towards him. She links her own through it gingerly and leads him out of the throne room. They walk silently through the halls, passing various murals and servants who bow or curtsy before their queen. She greets each of her subjects with a smile, nodding her head to show her returned respect.
Obi-Wan had never seen such a loving ruler.
They pass through the grand back doors, heading for the lorna garden constructed by supremes past. Neither had said a word since they left the throne room, and neither intended to. They simply enjoy one another's company in the same daylight that the Queen had not seen much of recently.
"I thank you for coming, Obi-Wan." She looks up at him. "I hope you don't mind me calling you by that name."
"Not at all, Milady." He offers her a smile and pats her hand casually.
They enjoy the quiet they find in the flowers' petals for a while before she suddenly stops walking.
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WITHOUT CONSCIENCE OR WITHDRAWAL ➶ A STAR WARS SHORT (OBIDALA)
Short Story❝WE'RE JUST SITTING LIKE NOVELS WE PICKED UP BUT NEVER READ THROUGH.❞ a short, angsty obidala story. 〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰 Disclaimer: I do not own any George Lucas, "Star Wars," or Disney-related characters, images, names, or the likes; they belong to their...
