The Sith Who Stole Who Stole My Heart: A STARWARSTORY

His hand pressed against the soft, smooth skin of her neck, and under the coolness of his glove she could feel the heat of his palm, moving down towards the metal collar around her neck. She stared at him in confusion.

What was he..?

He tilted his head to the side, his eyes following the path his hand moulded along her skin. He was almost right there, his blue eyes lit up by the subtle gold undertone shining almost metallically underneath crystalline blue. "Such nice skin, Amidala." He purred, his voice dripping with honey, sounding almost harmless, but she sensed a threat underneath his calm, almost lazy tone.

"Skywalker, this isn't the time for-" She stopped short when she saw his eyes, so sharp and icy. Padmé stared at him, her brows drawn down in a confusion. He'd never looked at her like that before, so unfeelingly. And why wasn't he trying to free her? Unease and dread of this unknown territory filled her.

A look of sympathy, or perhaps sadistic pity leaked into his eyes, and she felt a sudden drop in her stomach. "You really have no idea, do you?"

She didn't even attempt to hide the confused fear that was passing through her.

"Allow me to enlighten you." He hissed, and suddenly his grip was around her neck with pressure, gripping her neck from above the collar.

It was far to familiar.

"I told you never to forget this, and now you'll suffer the consequences for not listening."

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The galaxy is in shreds, Palpatine is in control of the prospering Empire, AND Padme finds herself under the radar of the galaxy's most feared force, Darth Vader.

Twenty-Four year old Padmé Amidala Naberrie is a Nubian Senator of the Galactic Senate, a contesting member against the Empire, and a Rebel spy. So what happens when she meets a dark, brooding, mysterious enigma of a friend who may be hiding a secret? Or perhaps all the secrets on the Empire?