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— OUTER RIM TERRITORIES
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ THE PLANET OF GALA IS A BEAUTIFUL AND WEALTHY WORLD. Under the control of a royal family, Skepsza. Being fairly close to Melida and Phindar, it had suffered corruption under the Prince Wenzel twenty years ago. With the help of Qui Gon Jinn and his young Padawan, Obi Wan Kenobi, the truth behind the corruption was discovered and Gala was set on a course of democracy.
Ten years later, the people of Gala seek the help of the Jedi once again. The King, Smérgl Skepsza, is worried for the future of his planet as Phindar suffered a great damage due to the collision with the moon. It all happened overnight, no one knew that the moon would eventually step out of its route and collide with a now Separatist planet.
"Master," Anakin's voice pulled Obi Wan out of his trance, "the King has requested to bring Princess Milada for dinner,"
Obi Wan gulped, the thought of the princess caused his blood to flow to his face and immediately heat it up.
"You can go," he replied, hoping his voice was sharp and didn't quaver, "I will get her,"
Ten years ago he had met Milada Skepsza, ten years ago he realised he had fallen in love. He knew it was wrong, but he truly didn't care, yet he never told her. Obi Wan always thought that she would never accept his feelings as she is a princess and he's just a Jedi Padawan, but over the years the feelings slowly faded away, until the moment he saw her again. Her delicate brown locks over her shoulders, highlighting her pallid skin and her burgundy eyes which he believed had held stars within. She was angelic in his eyes — a goddess.
He made his way to her quarters, his heart quickening its pace. Maker, he felt like a hopeless romantic but he couldn't help it. Gently knocking on the door he waited, his hands crossed and eyes looking anywhere but the door.
The door slowly opened and Milada appeared, she was dressed in a beautiful blue velvet gown with her hair in a beautiful braid with a matching ribbon. She smiled at the sight of the Jedi Master, "am I not pleasant to look at?"
Obi Wan's eyes widened in fear, he messed up, "No, no, it's not what—" he began apologising, gaining his courage to look at her and as soon as he did that, she placed her soft palm on his mouth, a genuine smile spread across her face as Obi Wan felt is face heat up even more.
"I was only joking," she said softly, walking out of her quarters and closing the door behind her, "no need to panic, Padawan," she teased. She knew he was no longer a Jedi Padawan, but she always loved remembering those days when he was one.
Obi Wan stood paralysed. He didn't know what to do nor what to say, it's as if she always took away his ability to speak, which she usually did. She smiled to herself upon realising what had happened to the Jedi Master and stopped a few feet away from him, her back facing him. Milada stretched her left arm out, waiting for Obi Wan to take it, which he did after gaining control over his body.
Her touch was warm and he felt impervious with her, as if all of his worries had disappeared when he held her, focusing only on her hold on him. Milada kept her smile their whole way, her hand in his, his body warmth next to her — she loved it.
Milada always had feelings for Obi Wan, ever since they had met she was captivated by the man. She loved how his hair looked downy and his Padawan braid which hung past his shoulders, and those eyes, oh those fascinating azure eyes. They had always reminded her of the ocean whereas his facial features were a contrast to the deep secrets his eyes held. She loved his lips which always looked slightly chapped but she believed they felt like a feather. Maker, she was in love with a Jedi.
The doors opened and they stepped into a dining room, her father and Anakin already sat at the table, waiting for Milada and Obi Wan. The King's eyes followed the pair as they made their way to the table, Obi Wan pushed the chair back, allowing the princess to take a seat before pushing the chair in. Milada turned her head and gave the Jedi a thankful smile to which he bowed and took a seat across his Padawan.
"Master Kenobi," Smérgl began, gaining the attention of the visitor, "it is a pleasure to have you here again,"
"The pleasure is mine, your majesty," Obi Wan replied.
"As you are aware of a huge celebration coming our way despite the worry from the neighbouring worlds, it will still take place," Smérgl stated, he was aware of the collapse of Phindar but will not put it above his people as he was convinced that Coruscant would aid Gala.
"I am aware, your majesty," Obi Wan narrowed his eyes at the King, examining his facial expressions and body movements — a tendency the Jedi had.
"And for that, I would request for you to take part in the final ceremony," Smérgl stated matter of factly, while being fully aware of the Jedi Code and its regulations.
Milada almost chocked on her food upon hearing that, glancing at her father who just gave her a reassuring smile. Obi Wan looked at the princess and then at the King Smérgl. His head spinning slightly upon hearing the news.
"I— Is this necessary?" He swallowed thickly, glancing at his Padawan who seemed disoriented among the three people he sat with.
"Yes, Master Kenobi," the King sternly replied. His gaze was intense on the Jedi Master who sat to his left.
"What is the ceremony about?" Anakin's voice drew attention to him as his curios eyes roamed around the people sitting at the table.
Milada sighed, "it's a marital ceremony," her cheeks turning bright red at the thought of doing it with Obi Wan Kenobi.
"But it's against the Jedi code," Anakin remarked, lifting his left brow and glancing between the princess and his Master.
"Do not worry, young Padawan Skywalker, it will be official only on the planet of Gala and is seen as a gift to our Gods," the King stated, looking again at Obi Wan who's gaze was fixed at the empty plate before him.
Many things went through Obi Wan's mind that moment, but he couldn't get the image of him and Princess Milada taking part in the Gy'oiro ceremony. Maker, he must be dreaming if he's actually marrying the love of his life.
On the other hand, Milada was anxious. Many different scenarios played in her head, the worst one is Obi Wan's pure loath at this idea. She couldn't handle it, abruptly standing up from the table and without any word leaving the dining room.
Obi Wan was quick to follow her but the King's voice stopped him, "let her, she needs to be alone for a while,"
The Jedi sat back down, placing his head in his hands. He felt dreadful at her reaction, he didn't want her to hate him after what her father told them. No! He felt hopeless and now upon witnessing her reaction, the last bit of hope died down. He wished he could fall through the ground at this exact moment, but he knew it wouldn't happen. This is going to be awful.
