In a galaxy far, far away....
Xzara Ardmore, warrior princess and seventh child to the King of Aquilae. Under the threat of a warring planet, her protection is placed in the trust of Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker and padawan trainer Ahsoka T...
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IT WAS INFURIATING HAVING to be watched like a child. Xzara had no privacy with the Jedi constantly watching her, but she obeyed her father's wishes for them to do so or else she would have snuck off by now. She didn't speak to them, only nodding or shaking her head to answer — yes, it was petty, but just because she complied with their presence didn't mean she had to like it.
On top of her newfound lack of privacy, she had to deal with her annoying thoughts on the Jedi Master, Obi-Wan. Something about him pulled her in, intrigued her.
Another day had passed and as usual, was uneventful. Xzara wasn't allowed in her family war discussions, so most of her time was spent as it had always been — training. Working up a sweat was her only way to get her anger out, she had been training so intensely that her body didn't feel the pain anymore.
The two Jedi and padawan stood silent on the opposite side of the room, mingling amongst themselves. It seemed that they were even bored with their given task.
With a groan, Xzara destroyed her last training dummy. She stood for a moment, her hands on her knees, attempting to catch her breath. "That was quite the show." The recognizable voice of Obi-Wan cut through the rooms' tight silence.
Xzara whipped around, her usual hard glare softening at the man's smile. "Excuse me?"
Anakin piped up. "Your skill with a bo staff is impressive. You would make one hell of a Jedi." He laughed.
Xzara tilted her head at the image of herself being a Jedi. "I don't think I would. But I do like the robes," She smiled softly. "They look comfy."
This earned a laugh from all three of them, but it soon fell into an awkward silence. Xzara sighed, glancing down. "I need to shower." She walked passed the Jedi, who followed her out of the training room and down to her quarters.
"We'll be out here if you need us," Obi-Wan smiled at her. "Ahsoka will be inside, giving you privacy, of course."
"Of course," Xzara smiled ruefully. Turning her back, she marched into the washroom, not bothering to look at the padawan behind her. Letting out a shaky sigh, she began to strip, taking her time with the sweaty clothing at clung to her skin.
She took even longer in her shower until her skin turned red and her fingers and toes wrinkled. Her mind was blank, no thoughts, nothing, but her chest ached and she didn't know why. The ache was almost constant for her, ever since her rescue, and no matter how hard she trained and how long she studied, it wouldn't go away.
It seemed to worsen every time she laid eyes on the Jedi — those sworn to protect her. She didn't hate them, but seeing them every day, following her around her daily routine, it made her feel weak. The feeling of weakness wasn't a new feeling to her, no, her brothers and father made it known that she was weak, that she needed to be protected.
