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PADME FELT HER HEART CLENCH AS SHE WALKS DEEPER INTO THE APOLLONIAN PALACE. The last time she had been here, she was helping Astrid with the nursery, and now she was here to either avenge her death or to rescue her. She felt herself grow ill from worry as she thought of all the things that could've happened to Astrid. Was she dead? Was she alive? Was she being tortured?
And she had nothing to quell these thoughts. It could very well be all of them. Her stride stutters a bit when she sees a small girl sitting quietly on the couch. The girl looked to be about two, her tan skin, black hair, facial features, and one of the irises of her eyes were all that of Astrid. The other iris was blue, much like Anakin. And she knew it had to be her.
It was Maya.
The Naboo woman approaches the couch slowly, her lips parted in disbelief. It was the first time seeing her since Astrid and she had parted ways. The little girl looks up, her multicolored eyes landing on Padme as her nimble fingers fiddle with the skirt she wore. She looked sad, a look that pained Padme to see.
