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— A GALAXY FAR, FAR AWAY
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀SHE WAS BREATHTAKING. Her silky brown hair, tied into a loose braid with pastel pink flowers decorating it, rested on her left shoulder as she kneeled to a flowerbed full of pink roses. A faint smile appeared on her face when she felt someone's presence behind her.
"Obi Wan Kenobi," she murmured, her voice was a melody to his ears.
"Your highness," he said, rather quickly, trying to hide his feelings for the princess as she slowly stood up, her back still facing him. He felt his face heat up at the thought of seeing her beautiful, doll-like face again.
"My father sent you to get me, didn't he," it was a statement, not a question.
"Indeed," he lowly said as if something was stuck at his throat.
She didn't say anything, instead she turned her fragile frame to face the Jedi. Her lavender eyes staring deeply to his azure ones. Obi Wan could've swore that he saw the never ending lavender fields in her eyes, imagining the beautiful sunset surrounded by the flowers, just him and her.
She slowly approached him, placing her hand on his shoulder, "then we should get going?" She gave him a warm smile before gently pulling him with her inside the castle.
He was in awe. She truly did cast a spell on him. He felt as if she could make him feel alive, yet he knew the Jedi Code forbid it. A soft sigh escaped his lips as she glanced at him, but did not say anything.
Obi Wan swore to himself that moment that if she'd ask, he would leave the Jedi Order just for her. Just to be with her and make her happy, his true love, his Milada.
