Thread: Queen Takes Knight  (PocketFullOfPosies)

Coruscant. It was so very different than Naboo and yet, like all planets in all galaxies these days, it was familiar due to one commonality war. War took place on Coruscant very differently than it had on Naboo. No droid armies threatening to tear down the skyscrapers that covered over all of the natural features of the planets surface, as they had done to the verdant and dense landscapes of Naboo. There were no guns here to fight with, in public that is, only words. The main arena was not the fields outside of Theed, but the Senate Building where tempers flared, alliances were forged and broken, and liberty dangled upon a thin and breaking string before their very eyes Padm had witnessed more than enough of the atrocities of the Senate during her reign as Queen. Though her own council and her people had pleaded with her to take a second term, she was consumed by the thoughts of the Senate dismantling all that she had fought for in the name of peace. Resigning at the elected period to Queen Jamillia, Padm was supported by the new monarch to represent the Chommell Sector in the Senate A motion that would be welcomed by those who supported her unwavering dedication, and silently brewed upon by those who were certain they had seen the last of that poised and headstrong girl, whose tongue was sharper than any blade and whose eyes seemed to know all of your secrets without needing your confession at all Padm was well aware of how her deep sienna eyes captivated those around her particularly one above all others. One whom she was certain had no idea that she would be there, standing in his chambersHe would be too weary after such a long journey to tap into that familiar throbbing in his heart that his senses stirred about when she was near.. It delighted her to know that she had the upper hand in this situation. To one up a Jedi Master was not an easily accomplished feat. Albeit, she had arguably done so since the mid reign of her nobilityNot simply in a friendly game of chess either When she arrived in Coruscant, Padm had been disappointed to learn that Obi-Wan and Anakin had been sent on a rather long mission by the Jedi Council. They had not made contact with an anticipated return time so Her -now- Excellency, Senator Padm Amidala of Naboo, had requested to be informed of when her esteemed diplomatic escort and his Padawan would be returning. Master Windu himself, on his way towards the Senate Building to no doubt tame the fires that had begun to spark surrounding the Jedi Council, had stopped her upon the steps to inform her that Obi-Wan was due in that night. Though utterly exhausted and flustered by the days prior occurrences, Padm had to muster the strength to not beam with delight at the Jedis words. She had nodded, politely, and thanked him with a pleasant and soft Senators smile. One that gave no inclination whether she was truly pleased or not Hours had passed standing beside the standard Coruscantian one way windowsWatching ships of all shapes, sizes and colors whiz byThree accidents, one fire, and even two fools attempting to race one another to the Stars know what destination. Padm had laughed to herself upon seeing thisThis was no race. Annie would teach them all a lesson. Annie Anakin was the reason she stood there in such formal gowns, instead of something loose and truly befitting more to a Cantina girl rather than a Senator. Well, she wore such things beneath her formal robes Being a politician made one used to many layers and disguises after all. The gown was of a beautiful pale blue shade, soft silken materials that were pulled to hold tightly against Padms lithe and blossoming figure. A dark bodice of a more royally affiliated hue was decorated with symbols as traditional to Naboo as the stark white polish ever present upon the former Queens thumb nails. This bodice however, as part of her elegantly devious plot formed whilst dressing that afternoon, would pull away quite easily..revealing that her gown was not truly a gown, but a midriff top with a large diamond shape cut out of the fabric in the back, and a low set skirt that teasingly covered the rest of her body. She had draped an ornate white satin cloak with her familys crest clasping the front over herself, so that any seams or skin could not be seen without her permission. Padms long curls were pulled up with a thick band which matched the shade of her gown, ringlets elegantly falling about her face with such natural perfection. Perfection took planning, at timesIt had taken her at least an hour to dress, but the perfection of the moment when the two weary Jedis entered the elders chambers its perfection was not due to any planning more elaborate and perfect than that of an eager heart She had been facing the windows still, when the doors made their familiar whoosh . With no need to hide her endearment, Padms face lit up with excitement. She turned to face them, and as the Padawan gained his composure the moment his Master turned his eyes, Padm couldnt help but to giggle. Surprise! A giddy exclamation guilty of her age. Anakin dropped his bags, grinning with boyish delight as he rushed over, embracing her with the enthusiasm of a boy not quite his age Padm! What are you doing here?! The Senator smiled warmly, hugging the young Jedi whom even now was still that little boy back on Tatooine. With one slender hand stroking his feathered hair, those captivating eyes stared on towards the boys MasterHer smile elegantly, coyly, curling into a smirk of pleasure. I am a Senator now Check.