𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙠𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

• fire •

"Anything else, Sir?" You asked with your head lowered, your eyes covered by the sheer red veil hung over your face. 

Ordak's head turned to you, a sneer on his lips. "That will be all, girl. But don't stay so far away tonight; we have some important guests arriving soon and I want my best possession on show."

Keeping your face straight, you nodded before turning away from him. You wandered over to the window, away from the noise, where you could take a breath. Your hands were weighed down by the heavy bracelets wrapped around them, but you used the little strength you had to raise them up and open the window a sliver, just so you could feel the breeze.

Being one of six wives to the man who had enslaved you wasn't the life you had always dreamt about, but after five years of it you couldn't imagine life any other way. You had become subordinate to Ordak Minno because it was the only way to survive, no matter how much you hated it. As long as you did what he said the first time he asked with no questions and no mistakes, he wouldn't resort to torturing you. Unfortunately for you, it didn't matter how perfectly you nailed each order if he wasn't in a good mood.

And Ordak Minno was rarely in a good mood. 

"Girl!" He suddenly yelled, pulling you from your thoughts. "Get over here!"

You shut the window and quickly made your way back to where he was sitting at his table, surrounded by his advisors and other slaves. Once you reached the table, he stood up, making you brace for impact as you winced.

"I have some guests arriving soon," Ordak stated, making you sigh in relief when you realised you weren't in trouble. "Get some drinks, and remember to be on your best behaviour- tonight, you are my loving wife, not my annoying one."

When you were first enslaved, you would use guests as an excuse to beg for help and scream at them to assist you in your escape. After the first ten attempts, the bruises and cuts lasted longer, serving as a reminder for you to stay obedient.

You walked into the kitchen where the cook had placed the tray of drinks already, and when you walked back out into the main room you saw who must've been the guest. Floating over to them, you stood the right of Ordak, your eyes downcast so all you saw was their shoes.

"Master Skywalker, it's a pleasure to have you here," Ordak greeted. "Please, take a drink, and take a seat. The show will begin soon!"

The name shook you, but it must have been a sick coincidence. 

The guest was standing in front of you and he took a glass off the tray. "Thank you, miss," He said to you, and it was a pleasant surprise that someone was being so polite to you. And then you realised that his voice sounded terribly familiar - why did he sound so familiar?

You looked up through your veil to get a proper look at him, your vision slightly obstructed by the red material. When you finally managed to make out some of his features, you almost screamed, your breath hitching in your throat.

Was it really him?

It couldn't be.

"This is one of my wives, we call her Fire," Ordak introduced you with a sly smile. "She's hot to the touch!" He exclaimed, before bitterly adding, "She also used to love starting fires when she first arrived."

Picking your head up, you prayed that he'd be able to see your face through the veil, but the dim lighting of the room didn't do much to help. "It's nice to meet you, Master Skywalker," You said quietly, wondering whether he'd recognise your voice, or even remember you at all.

"Skywalker is a Jedi Master," Ordak revealed, making your heart skip a beat. "Fire herself has the Force - she's a feisty one, though, so I have to keep it suppressed. Tell you what, Skywalker," Ordak began, putting his arm around Anakin's shoulder and pulling him closer. "If you want her to accidentally stumble into your chambers tonight, just say the word. What's mine is yours."