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— OUTER RIM TERRITORIES
⠀⠀⠀ NO LEVEL-HEADED BEING WOULD WANT TO BE WED BY FORCE. For Milada, tying knots with a Phindian would be a complete disaster to her as a new queen and as a woman in general — she had to protect her nobleness.
Walking out of her grand chambers, she ordered one of the servants to run and hold Obi Wan until she is ready to see him in the morning. Wearing a simple rosé gown, she braided her hair herself, letting her two female servants off their duties for now as she preferred to get ready herself.
A knock on her door pulled her out of her trance and she ran to it, patting her skirts before opening the door and seeing the Jedi Master. Smiling up at him, she was rewarded with a small bow and a similar smile and she walked out of her room, "can we walk to the garden?" She asked.
"Of course," he breathed out and stepped away for the princess to walk out of her room.
The two walked in a comfortable silence for some time, their steps resounded through the empty hallways as they walked past many exquisite artefacts which were brought from many worlds to declare the halls of the palace.
"I'd rather die than live with him for the rest of my life," the princess turned to Obi Wan finally, still walking, "he will not be my husband,"
"You have to understand your duty," he began as she scoffed, rolling her eyes, "there is still a way to ensure that you will not live with him for the remainder of your life,"
"What is it then?" Milada stopped, looking up at Obi Wan, brow raised as his brows furrowed, creases forming on his forehead. She was glad the Jedi did not leave yet and as soon as she saw him outside, she ran to him and requested a few hours alone before he departed.
"You will know, your majesty," he smiled and looked around them before pushing her gently behind the pillar, his body covering her own as she gasped softly. He placed his finger to her lips and she heard footsteps echo through the hallway.
"Soon enough, our king will fall and I shall be the one to hold the power,"
They heard a male voice, definitely of a Phindian due to the accent in the Galactic Basic. The princess widened her eyes and looked at Obi Wan who was in deep thoughts, listening carefully to the steps but not peeking out to see who it might be. Definitely it was Jyu's brother, Loralu, who wanted the power his older brother held over Gala and the whole Phindian society. He was less menacing that Jyu for sure and he seemed to be more easy-going than the rest Phindians, something strange among them but it did not stop him from becoming his brother's right hand.
"And this Jedi!" The two flinched as Loralu sneered, "he is always near the princess, it's impossible to get him away from her,"
Milada pressed further into the pillar, allowing the Jedi Master to completely cover her with his form. He was not as tall, purely average, but towered over her by ten centimetres at least. His wide body, in comparison to her own, was enough to engulf her completely. His hands were near her shoulders and did not touch her body as much as he wanted to, it took him a lot of self control to avoid doing so.
