"Very well," came the reply from Eirtaé. She dare not inquire further as it wasn't her place even though she had heard the earlier commotion. Questioning things was not part of her job description.
"I will return shortly," she informed then turned her back to the young Skywalker before she left the apartment.
Meanwhile Padmé stood in her room, her gaze fixed on the luggage wishing that more could have been packed. She wasn't certain how long she would remain on Naboo although a part of her feared what if she never wanted to leave again. It was ridiculous of course as she had her duties to attend to. She had a public to serve now more than ever with this war.
She frowned thinking of what was to come. There was so much uncertainty. War was always a dangerous time and she was especially worried for Anakin. What if he became more reckless next time? What if this was the last time she'd ever see him after this trip? The thought alone made her stomach flip. Why was she even thinking this to begin with?
Tears started to well up in her eyes. She loved him deep in her heart. She just wanted what was right for him. To protect him from getting kicked out of the Order. The Order had meant a lot to him. It was all he ever talked about sometimes. If they were discovered the repercussions would be severe for both of them.
His manner was so cold now and she was to blame. She was trying to protect him but it was hurting them both. She didn't want to hurt anymore.
Drying her eyes she exited the room and entered the living room to see him on the balcony. She wanted to go over to him, but she knew better. She knew he must have been meditating. Deciding to go to the kitchen to make some tea, she left him to his own devices without a word.
Settling the kettle on the stove, Padmé waited for it to whistle. Letting her thoughts drift. No matter how hard she tried, the only thing she could think of was how much she was hurting them both. She had to do something.
The whistle broke her from her thoughts and Padmé fetched the tray setting the saucers and cups, cream and sugar. Picking up the loaded tray she winced at her injuries. It was still burning at the strain of movements but she was swallowing hard to overcome it.
Her steps were careful and slow as she approached the living room before setting the tray down on the table. Her teeth grinding at the pain at her side. She was just thankful that Anakin's back was still to her.
"Ani," she called out softly. "Come have some tea."
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"I will return shortly," she informed then turned her back to the young Skywalker before she left the apartment.
Meanwhile Padmé stood in her room, her gaze fixed on the luggage wishing that more could have been packed. She wasn't certain how long she would remain on Naboo although a part of her feared what if she never wanted to leave again. It was ridiculous of course as she had her duties to attend to. She had a public to serve now more than ever with this war.
She frowned thinking of what was to come. There was so much uncertainty. War was always a dangerous time and she was especially worried for Anakin. What if he became more reckless next time? What if this was the last time she'd ever see him after this trip? The thought alone made her stomach flip. Why was she even thinking this to begin with?
Tears started to well up in her eyes. She loved him deep in her heart. She just wanted what was right for him. To protect him from getting kicked out of the Order. The Order had meant a lot to him. It was all he ever talked about sometimes. If they were discovered the repercussions would be severe for both of them.
His manner was so cold now and she was to blame. She was trying to protect him but it was hurting them both. She didn't want to hurt anymore.
Drying her eyes she exited the room and entered the living room to see him on the balcony. She wanted to go over to him, but she knew better. She knew he must have been meditating. Deciding to go to the kitchen to make some tea, she left him to his own devices without a word.
Settling the kettle on the stove, Padmé waited for it to whistle. Letting her thoughts drift. No matter how hard she tried, the only thing she could think of was how much she was hurting them both. She had to do something.
The whistle broke her from her thoughts and Padmé fetched the tray setting the saucers and cups, cream and sugar. Picking up the loaded tray she winced at her injuries. It was still burning at the strain of movements but she was swallowing hard to overcome it.
Her steps were careful and slow as she approached the living room before setting the tray down on the table. Her teeth grinding at the pain at her side. She was just thankful that Anakin's back was still to her.
"Ani," she called out softly. "Come have some tea."