I Hate You More (Anakin Skywalker x Reader)

8 - Blessing

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(a/n): For those who are wondering, I did publish this chapter earlier today on accident because I was exhausted this morning and clicked the wrong button by mistake🤠 Good times, lol.

(y/n) POV:

For the first time in a long time, I awoke feeling cheerful and full of vigor as I pictured the day ahead of me. It still felt so surreal to think; I'm going home, I'm going home. Now it seems as if these last seventeen years just flew by, because I didn't expect this moment to come so soon. Truthfully, there was never a specific time set in place for when this day would come. It was always just that I would return to rule when the assassins and tyrants who were after me, eventually die or are defeated.

Evidently, I'm still not safe now, but Yoda has a good point about all of this. As each day passes, we're getting closer to our potential final battle with our rival kingdom that started it all; more so, the people who led to the downfall of my own kingdom. Now that I'm actually considering everything, it all feels dangerously scary to think about. Sure, I'm a Queen, but that doesn't mean I'm not human and don't feel emotions like everyone else. When the month is eventually over, this ongoing feud will either end in a victory for us—and the avengement of my father—or it will all go down in flames.

The thought of my people dying in war, my Mom and sister dying, it scared me the most.

I shook those morbid thoughts out of my head and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes; Today was a good day, so I'm only going to have good thoughts.

Three knocks to my door caused me to jump in surprise, and I lifted my head towards the direction of the sound, "Yes?" I called. There was a moment of silence, and then a voice finally spoke, "Get dressed. We're leaving soon." Anakin spoke, his tone didn't sound angry like it usually did but it didn't sound happy either. I sighed and threw my legs off of the bed, feeling the cool air against my skin as the warmth of the blankets disappeared, "Coming." I responded back in a monotone voice that mirrored his own, and proceeded to get dressed.

Since my hair was in a bun last night, it was extra wavy as I took the hair tie out. I admired myself as I looked in the mirror; maybe I should try wavy hair more often. For once—despite the patent bandage on my forehead—I actually felt pretty. My hair is usually only in a braid or ponytail, and every now and then I leave it down. I also applied foundation, contour, and concealer that I bought from a shop on Naboo a while back. For a finishing touch, I put on a coat of mascara and used an eyebrow pencil to give them more shape and definition. Though we still had to wear our Jedi clothing since this was technically still a 'mission', I wanted to look as best as I could for when I finally meet my Mom, sister, and everyone else; even if all the other people don't know me.

I realized then that even though I knew why we were going to Alderaan, no one else knows the real reason. I wondered what Yoda told Anakin and the Council about this mission. And does my family know that we're coming? They must, because the Jedi typically inform the planet leaders of their arrival beforehand.

I was planning to talk to him anyways before we leave, so I can ask him after he goes over a list of safety protocols for me as he usually does.

I zipped up a travel backpack that was currently filled with all of the essentials for the trip that I would need, and I threw it over my shoulder. After taking one last look around the room to make sure I didn't forget anything, I opened my door and turned off the lights, then slowly spun around to view the main room.

As I expected, Anakin was leaning boredly in the doorframe of the door that led to the Temple halls. Upon hearing my footsteps approaching him, his head turned towards me as he kept his arms crossed and still stayed leaning in the doorway. He titled his head ever so slightly—probably noticing my change in appearance—but still remained with an emotionless expression. Feeling awkward that he wasn't saying or doing anything, I cleared my throat, "Did you sleep good?" My fingers drummed against my thighs.