Ani - An ftm star wars clone wars au

Update

Hey guys, I'm writing this to let you know what's been going on. First, I'm back at uni, which was a big shift for me, and with the changes to teaching it's been quite full on. Secondly, I've been ill so I haven't been able to focus on much at all. And third, and this is the biggest thing, I've had a lot of trauma resurface in the past could days and I don't have my meds, so I'm just trying to do as little as possible because I don't have the strength right now.

I don't know when I will next update this, so please be patient with me. This book is a way for me to deal with my issues and express myself in a healthier way, but these are things that I need to talk through properly with a therapist you know?

I won't go into detail about the stuff that's coming up, but it's linked to the possibility that I might be entering a new relationship in the near future, and my last one wasn't good for me.

I hope you all understand that I need time, and I really appreciate everyone who's read and interacted with the story so far. Thank you truly, and as a little bit of compensation, you can have the first little snippet of the next chapter.

Many thanks,
Sam xx

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Three days later, Anakin and Padmé were able to return to Coruscant. The bright, sunny days and warm, comfortable nights made Anakin feel as though they were mocking him. "How dare the world we're on be so beautiful? How can anything be good when my child is gone?" Thoughts like that constantly plagued him, tormenting his every waking moment. He dare not go to Obi-Wan about them though, for fear of rejection, and also anger. He was angry at the world, a norm for him, but he was also angry at his master specifically, he had his family, Anakin did not. It wasn't fair.

Padmé had been given a pardon from senatorial duties by the Queen, but she still had to present it to the chancellor. Furthermore, she had to see her doctor regarding the miscarriage, but truly she wanted to stay on Naboo, at home with Anakin and her family for comfort. She wasn't ready to leave, but would she ever be?

In a deeply red-toned office, just below the Galactic senate, sat a vile man. A wicked man. One who knew his dastardly goals were not entirely unachievable just yet. Chancellor Palpatine smiled viscously to himself when he sensed the loss coming from the chosen one. This was good, the boy was in pain, he could work with that.