Royalty || Anakin Skywalker x Reader

26 - Just One Night

To be perfectly honest, I started this without having any idea where I was going with it. I just winged the hell out of it so hopefully it's to your liking lol enjoy!

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(y/n)'s POV
His hands brushed against my skin.

His lips pressed softly against mine.

His tender words of love floated into my ear as he peeled away my clothes and—

"Princess," A firm grip on my shoulder jolted me awake, "We have arrived. You must awaken."

I blinked against the bright light streaming through the small window, "Please, dim the sun," I yanked the curtain shut, shielding my eyes from the harsh glare.

I reclined my head back, gazing at the carriage ceiling with a heavy sigh. The dream lingered, invading my every thought. Longing for his closeness was the last thing I needed at this moment. The thought of stepping outside filled me with dread. I would see him, and dismissing the dream would prove nearly impossible.

The door swung open, revealing Anakin's stoic face as he extended his hand toward me, "Let us take you inside. The sun is bright, but the air remains chilly." I placed my hand in his, and he guided me from the carriage into the brisk winds, "Your mother would not forgive me if you fell ill."

He escorted me from the carriage to the palace entrance. There, a man awaited us, but Anthony was absent, "Princess, it is a privilege to have you here."

I accepted his hand with a gentle smile, "It is a privilege to be here."

The gentleman led us into the palace, his demeanor exuding a quiet confidence that suggested he was well-versed in the art of hospitality. The grand entranceway was adorned with intricate carvings and soft, muted colors that spoke of elegance and refinement. As we stepped inside, the air was infused with the faint scent of polished wood and blooming flowers from the garden outside.

Several servants, dressed in crisp uniforms, approached us promptly. With respectful nods, they took care of our luggage, their movements swift and practiced. I exchanged a few polite words with them, appreciative of their efficiency, but my thoughts were focused on Padmé. I held her close, hoping she could enjoy this moment beside me, free from the burdens of her duties as my handmaiden.

Anakin trailed behind us, his senses heightened and alert, as he usually was in unfamiliar environments. His eyes darted around the room and beyond, examining every corner and shadow with a keen vigilance, "Always so dramatic," I mused silently, sensing the hyperawareness that radiated from him.

"Welcome!" A voice echoed through the air. It belonged to Anthony. He descended the staircase, each step deliberate, inviting us to enter. His presence suggested a desire for a dramatic reveal.

Yet, the palace's interior spoke for itself, magnificent and awe-inspiring. The high ceilings were adorned with intricate frescoes, their colors vibrant and alive, telling stories of old. Crystal chandeliers hung like stars, casting a warm glow that danced across the marble floors. Ornate columns lined the hall, each one a testament to the craftsmanship of an unforgettable era, while rich tapestries draped the walls, whispering secrets of history and grandeur. Every detail, from the gilded moldings to the plush furnishings, spoke of luxury and refinement, creating an atmosphere that was both inviting and overwhelming.