"Duchess, we are proud to say that you are free to return to Mandalore." The words rang in her ears. It had been a year since she was able to see her planet. Finally, she would be able to go home. She would finally be able to rule. The thought made the young Duchess nervous. How could she do it if she had been on the run for so long? Questions and worries flooded her head. However, she was soon interrupted.
"Satine, is everything alright?" A familiar head poked into her quarters. They had finally been provided a ship for transportation back to Sundari.
"Yes, Obi-Wan. I'm fine." She faked a smile. She knew that Obi-Wan would be worried about her and was not surprised that he came to check on her. They had grown very close after the year that they had spent together, maybe even a bit too close.
"Satine, I know when you are lying. Please tell me what is wrong." The Jedi Padawan came and sat next to her on her bed. Satine frowned.
"Obi, I haven't been home in over a year. On top of that I have to rule now. I don't know if I'm ready." Satine explained. Obi-Wan took her hand.
"Satine, you are so strong. This past year has not been easy, especially on you." She looked up at the boy. "I believe that you do wonderfully."
"You really mean it?" Satine asked, cocking her head a bit.
"Of course I do." Obi-Wan smiled.
"Prove it." Satine smirked.
"Okay, I will." And with that, Obi-Wan pushed his lips onto Satine's. He could feel her smile as they kissed. The kiss was not rough, it was loving. The two knew that they did not have much time left before they would be separated. Obi-Wan pulled away and engulfed Satine into a hug. "How was that for proof, Duchess?"
"I'm not sure," Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow, "you think you could prove it again?"
"Maybe I can."
