{ANAKIN'S POV}

I woke up from my deep sleep to find (y/n) sat with me, and before I knew it, she was kissing me. This was a moment I have been dreaming of since the second I laid eyes on her, but never anticipated it would actually happen. She is the Queen and I am only a Jedi... but here I was, my lips connected to hers, caught in a moment of pure bliss.

She pulls away after a moment and rests her forehead on mine, the both of us smiling like crazy. I stare into her eyes, trying to ignore the pain in my abdomen as I attempt to keep this moment perfect. I have longed for this to happen for ages, and after what happened at the ball, I never thought I would ever get to act on my feelings.

Does this means she feels the same way?

As I looked into her beautiful (y/e/c) eyes, I felt a pain tense up in my chest, causing me to relive a moment from a few hours before... about just after Ayzel had stabbed me with his dagger.

{FLASHBACK}

Am I hallucinating?

I have to be.

Her eyes-

I try to keep calm and keep my breath steady but it was hard seeing as (y/n)'s eyes were literally flashing from her (y/e/c) eye colour to a yellow and then back to her usual colour again.

{FLASHBACK ENDS}

I watch as (y/n)'s face shifts to an expression of confusion as I let my smile fall. Am I really sure I wasn't hallucinating, though? That whole experience just feels like a feverish dream now to me.

"(y/n)...I think we need to talk about something."

She raises her eyebrows at me and moves to sit back on the chair by the bed as I place my hands on the mattress to try a prop myself up, groaning as I bend my torso where the bandage was. I squint my eyes closed in pain and (y/n) shoots me a worried look, gently placing her hand on my arm to push me back down.

"Anakin no, you have to lie down, you're hurt," she pleaded to me as I lay back down on the bed, shifting my head to the side so I could look her in the eyes. I crack her a broken smile and reach my hand off the side of the bed to grab hers, squeezing it reassuringly.

"I'm ok, my Princess; I promise you."

She smiles, gazing down at me hand in hers and letting out a small laugh, "You know I'm technically the Queen now right?"

I laugh in response, my chest hurting as I did so, "Yeah, I know... but you're still my princess."

I watch her cheeks blush red from my words, using her thumb to gently caress the skin on the top of my hand, "What did you need to talk to me about?"

I take a deep breath and debate different ways to tackle this as she gives me a slightly worried look on her pretty face.

How am I supposed to casually tell her that 'hey, I saw you using the force before.. and did you know your eyes were a different colour? No?'

I stare into her beautiful eyes, thinking about all the trauma and pain she has suffered over the last month or so... well since her mother and brother 'died'. I knew she was trying her best to be strong for me seeing as I was in such a vulnerable state, but I could sense she was slowly breaking down inside, bit by bit.

"I'm not quite sure how to say this, (y/n).."

"Anakin, you're scaring me," she whispers in a hushed voice, unintentionally squeezing my hand rather too hard.

"When we were in the Temple with Ayzel and I was on the floor, I noticed something different about you. Something you've never done before."

I feel her grasp loosen on my fingers as her breath quickens a little and her eyes leave mine; it's obvious she knows what I'm talking about.

Shifting uncomfortably in her seat, she opens her mouth to speak but no sounds comes out. After a moment of tense silence, she tries again and opens up to me, "I don't know what's wrong with me. One minute, I'm completely normal and then the next, I'm somehow miraculously breaking down prison doors and telekinetically throwing my brother across the room and making the freaking ground shake!"

She stares at me with fearful eyes, a frown tugging on the corners of her mouth. I think for a moment, trying to figure out all of the different possibilities of what exactly could be happening to her. She told me herself that she wasn't force sensitive, and even if she was, she would have been brought to Coruscant to be trained as a Jedi years ago when she was a youngling. I know that in the Jedi Temple there was a holocron in a secure vault that contained a list of all the force sensitive children in the galaxy... and so therefore shouldn't the Jedi Council have been aware that she was one of them?

"(y/n). I have to ask, have you noticed a change in I don't know... your eye colour recently?"

As soon as those words left my mouth, (y/n) stiffened, her expression going blank immediately, "W-what do you mean? My eye colour?"

"(y/n), when you were fighting Ayzel, your eyes were flashing from (y/e/c) to yellow," I say plainly, just getting it all out at once. I notice her hold her breath for a moment, before sighing and casting her gaze down to her lap at mine and her hands intertwined together.

"It's been happening a lot recently," she whispers in a timid tone, probably afraid about how I would react to this, "It first started happening when I was fighting the assassin - I mean Ayzel - in the library... When he was wounded, I found myself being consumed by my anger and hate, and almost a desire to kill him took over me. It brought me happiness to think of how much he would suffer when I would impale him with my lightsaber. It controlled me and my thoughts. But this wasn't the only time; it happened again before when I was breaking out of the prison and I saw my reflection in Moxie's helmet, and then obviously again when we were face to face with my brother. I guess I just couldn't let him hurt you, and my anger from what he had done to you just completely seized control of my actions."

I nod slowly, trying to absorb everything she was telling me until I come to a realisation.

"That is why you asked me about yellow eyes that night in the gardens.. You said it was purely 'hypothetical' but really it was because it was happening to you; wasn't it?" I ask her.

"Yes... I just didn't want you to be as afraid of me as I am," she whispers back to me, her voice breaking a little. I tighten my fingers around her hand and squeeze it gently three times in reassurance.

"I could never be afraid of you (y/n)."

She looks up to meet my eyes, hers now misty with tears, "Why is this happening to me?"

"I don't know. You see, you say you're not force-sensitive, yet here you are throwing your brother across the room without touching him; you have lightning fast reflexes, and when you're angry or upset and lose control, you do things such as breaking down prison doors and making floors shake."

She shakes her head at my statement, not believing what I was saying, "No, my mother specifically told me I wasn't. She made it explicitly clear to me when I was younger."

"With all due respect, but how do you know she wasn't lying? Think about it (y/n), she kept you basically confined to your palace for years, not allowing you to leave or have any contact with anyone. Also, do you know why that Temple I found you in earlier was abandoned? It was because the Jedi that were seeking refuge there were ran out by the Solaris government when you were young. Apart from me, Obi-Wan and Ahsoka, no Jedi have even stepped foot on Solaris in many years."

{Y/N'S POV}

He has to be delusional; surely my mother didn't hold some form of grudge against the Jedi?

But was his logic far off? Not really.

{FLASHBACK - YOU: 12 }

I wander around the library aimlessly, desperate to find something to read. I was incredibly lonely; my studies had taken up majority of my time and Ayzel had disappeared off somewhere and so couldn't keep me company. Although I had crammed in so much information today, I seemed to want to know more. After learning of the rules of peacekeeping, I had noticed a term - or rather a group of people - I was not quite familiar with.

'The Jedi'.

I had only heard of them very briefly beforehand, usually starring in bedtime stories for me and my brother when we were children. I found that I knew of them, and not about them, so naturally I found the need to enlighten myself.

I browsed the alphabetically organised books for hours, tracing my finger on each of the leather-bound spines with interest. No matter how hard I scoured the shelves, I could not seem to find so much as a word of the Jedi. Beginning to lose hope, I opened the last book that could possibly contain any information regarding these mysterious individuals, the sun shining on me through the window as I sat cross-legged on the floor, books scattered in a circle all around me.

I flicked through the pages desperately, scanning the sub-headings 'Peacekeepers', 'Order' and 'Republic' for any information. I slam the book closed in frustration as I find myself unsuccessful. Sighing in dismay and disappointment, I stand up and gather the books, wandering back over to the bookshelf. As I grasped the first book to slot back in place, I notice a clump of papers shoved right to the back of the shelf. Placing the stack in my hand on the floor, I stand on my tip-toes to retrieve the papers from the back of the dark shelves.

I hold the paper documents which were stapled together in my hands, and observed the symbol printed in jet black ink on the cover.

As I blew the dust from the paper, I observed the title, my eyes widening in excitement.

'The Sacred Texts and Practices of the Ancient Jedi Peacekeepers of Coruscant'.

Eagerness and intrigue taking over me, I immediately flick to the first page, scanning my eyes eagerly over this valuable information. I found myself quickly engrossed in the book, probably spending countless hours lingering on each word as though I was terrified of reaching the end.

As the night fell outside, I heard someone come into the library.

"(y/n), darling? What on earth are you doing... look at the mess you've made here," my mother's voice sounds to me as she approached my spot on the floor. I quickly slammed my book shut and tried to cover the front, figuring that I probably wasn't supposed to read it seeing as it was shoved to the back of the shelves.

"Sorry mother, I was just catching up on some reading."

My mother chuckles and smiles down at me, "I can see that, dear. What have you got there?"

"Uhh just a book," I innocently smiled at her, but I saw her joyful expression fade as she notices the symbol I had badly attempted to cover up.

"Where-where did you get that, (y/n)?" she says in a cold tone, her eyes glued to the book in my hands.

"The shelves? Oh mother, how come you have never told me about the Jedi before? They seem so interesting and brave. I simply can't get enough of learning about the force!"

My mother says nothing, and instead reaches down and snatches the book from my grip, "The Jedi are violent people who do not care for keeping peace and order in the galaxy. I don't trust them... and I'm fairly sure I ordered these books to be destroyed."

"But mother, why? It's fascinating! Ooh, I wonder if I am force-sensitive.. then I could be just like them!" I say excitedly, absolutely enamoured with the idea of running off to join the Jedi Order. My mother kneels down and places her hands securely on my shoulders, forcing me to look into her stern eyes.

"You are not force-sensitive, (y/n). You are a Princess, and I'll be damned if I let those wretched Jedi take my daughter from me. I don't want you looking into this anymore (y/n), do you hear me?"

I stared at my mother in confusion; why was she acting this way?

I sigh and cast my gaze to the floor in submission, "Yes mother."

{FLASHBACK ENDS}

I turn to face Anakin, realising that he could actually be on to something here.

"I have a feeling you're right, Anakin... now that I think about it, my mother did seem to hold a strange grudge against the Jedi. I was forbidden to even learn about them when I was a child, and I found it peculiar how she so abruptly told me I wasn't force-sensitive when I had asked her."

"That is strange," Anakin agrees with me, nodding his head.

"So how do I know whether it was all lies or not?"

I watched Anakin think for a second before turning back to me, "I have a solution."

"What is it?"

"We test your midichlorian count."

{ a/n: thank you all for 1K reads ahh I'm so grateful to every single one of you! I hope this chapter was interesting enough and I hope you enjoyed it!
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