excerpt from current writing:
He helped save their people and all he wants in return is a place to swear himself to–to belong. Padmé cannot imagine why the Jedi would think such a person wasn’t worth keeping, but at this point, it’s their loss and Naboo’s gain.
Her gain, she admits to herself as she enters the training room to see Yané and Cordé working with Anaké, who is wearing plain, simple linens that don’t match today’s handmaiden robes. He’s already seen the palace tailors, but even a Naboo tailor can’t turn out a full wardrobe in half a ten-day, so for now he only has what he brought with him and a few basic outfits quickly altered to fit. They notice her immediately–it would be hard not to, since she came flanked by Sabé, Rabé, Eirtaé, and Dormé–and Anaké perks up noticeably. Padmé smiles at him in greeting, and he beams back.
“Padmé!” he says delightedly as he runs up to her, then balks and corrects himself with an embarrassed expression–“I mean, Your Majesty. Sorry.”
“It’s all right. It’s only us here,” Padmé reassures him with another smile. She would let Anaké call her “Padmé” all the time, honestly, but it does put a bit of a kink in the decoy arrangement when she’s wearing Amidala, and he’s already been very eager to fall in line with the others’ manners anyway. “We can’t stay long, we’re afraid. We’ve just come to see how your first day is proceeding.”
*reverent*
I love this AU.
