OMG GUYYYYS! I'M SO SO SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING IN LITERALLY FOREVER! I had so much school and then I've been done since the beginning of May but then I got a job and I had another responsibility so I've had ZERO time to write.  But I'm back now and hopefully will be updating more regularly!  So here be go with a belated chapter 2!

Her petite hands clutched the ornate armrests of her throne. They were painted white from straining and her nails digging into the metallic frame of the tall chair only increased the lack of coloring. The young woman sat stone still, her face contorted into an expressionless state. She was the portrait of perfection, an exact copy of embodied royalty. And yet, her appearance was a flawless mask of how she really felt. Inside, her heart was raging; anxiety flooding her body. The dress she was forced to wear was strapped tightly around her chest, allowing minimal air intake. Her crown was pinned to her head, tiny needles stabbing her head. Was she bleeding? It surely felt like it. She could almost see the dark liquid trickling down her skull... landing on her already crimson gauzy dress... immense pain... The pins were pressing into her head so hard-

"Padmé!" A baritone voice called and the young woman faced the man who uttered her name.

"Yes, father?" Padmé asked quietly, hoping the court would not notice their side conversation.

"Pay attention, the session is about to begin." Her father, the king, admonished. Padmé bowed her head in mock respect despite knowing the horrors that would greet her by "paying attention".

"Ladies and gentleman!" The King bellowed, "Welcome to the trial of Prisoner #2187. All present will be witness to this trial and all decisions are final."

Beside him, his wife, nodded.

"Bring in the prisoner." She commanded to the guards at the back of the room. The two braun men quickly balled their hands and slapped their chests before exiting through the large wooden doors. Within a few tense moments, the doors flung open with the guards escorting a nautolan to the front of the throne room. The blue creature walked boldly, no trace of fear in his eyes. Padmé smiled at his brevity, however saddened that it would not help him.

Upon reaching the throne, the guards threw the shackled alien to the ground. He made no move to get up from his hands and knees.

"Prisoner #2187, also know as Roth Uporg, you are charged with being a force sensitive and using these powers in a public setting. The punishment for these crimes is immediate death. How do you plead?" The queen stated as her hate filled eyes bored into the man.

"Not guilty, Queen Jobal." roth said, receiving outright gasps and whispers among the court.

"Not guilty?" The king bellowed, "There are multiple witnesses and testimonies to these crimes you have committed!"

"That may be so King Ruwee, however being force sensitive is not a crime! No one can help that they were bestowed with this gift!" Roth shouted and stared at the toal family defiantly. Padmé just focused on her breathing, knowing all too well the man's fate. In and out, in and out, in and out...

Fury filled the king as he heard those words leave the Nautolan's mouth. Eyes flaming, he stood up from his throne.

"Not a crime! So you're saying that it is not a crime that one of your people broke into the castle and killed my first born daughter?!" King Ruwee screeched. Roth remained stoically calm.

"A crime committed over twenty years ago by the hands of one man, yes! But it is not a crime of an entire race of people! This is genocide! Not all force users use their abilities for selfish purposes! We help people!"

"Help people?" The queen piped up, "What you speak of is vigilantism, not heroics!"

"But we help keep peace!" Roth insisted, almost pleaded the king and queen to learn the truth. His time was running out...

In and out, in and out, in and out...

Padmé wanted to say something to help this man's case but she very well knew it would be useless. Her parents were blinded by the past.

"That is enough, Prisoner #2187! I believe this is enough damning evidence, does the court not agree?" King Ruwee asked and the room flooded with applause.

In and out, in and out, in and out...

"Prisoner #2187, you are now considered guilty in the eyes of the court and the law. punishment is immediate execution by the weapon that many of your kind have. Death by lightsaber." He continued and motioned one of the guards to take the lightsaber a footsoldier brought in.

It was ignited, the blue light bouncing around the room.

In and out, in and out, in and out...

Padmé noticed that the condemned man did not look scared, actually he looked like he was at peace.

"Now." The King ordered, smiling in satisfaction. Nodding, the guard gripped the saber harder in his hand and mentally decided it would be best to plunge it in the man's heart. Padmé's eyes quickly flashed to Roth, almost sending a message of apology to him. He only replied with a smile.

"It's okay."

The guard then stabbed him right through the chest as Padmé swallowed a whimper. A faint gurgle escaped Roth's lips before his eyes rolled into the back of his head. The low hum of the lightsaber continued, the nauseous smell of burning flesh filled the room. Only when Roth finally exhaled for the last time did the guard pull the saber out of his body. The blade was quickly extinguished and then clipped onto the guard's belt. With sadistic smiles plastered on their faces, the king and queen rose, followed by Padmé and then the court.

"This court session is adjourned. And you," King Ruwee announced and his eyes found the nearest guard, "Dispose of the body immediately." The guard bowed and ran over to the body to take it away. The king, after seeing that the guard would take care of the corpse, hastily exited with his wife. Padmé wasted no time in leaving that heinous room, she bolted right after her parents left. Taking the stairs two at a time up to her room, she wiped away the tears that were beginning to blur her vision. As soon as the princess reached her destination, Padmé locked the door behind her and released a breath she didn't realize she was holding.

The young woman walked over to her bed, feet heavy, and slid down the side into a crumpled heap. Though she had seen many executions of force users, Padmé would never enjoy seeing the demise of another living being. It wasn't right in her eyes for one living thing to decide whether or not another should keep its life. One equal living thing shouldn't have that much power over another, no matter the situation.

She sighed and closed her eyes to try to obtain some sort of inner peace. Padmé wasn't a stranger to feeling awful after force-user executions, but for some reason, this one affected her more than usual.

"Not all force users use their abilities for selfish purposes! We help people!"

It was what Roth said.

"There are still force users out there that help people?"

Padmé had always wondered if it was right to outlaw a certain group of people by the action of one of their own.

"Even so, the tragedy happened over two decades ago..."

The force was outlawed when she was born but she had heard of good people helping others with their powers.

"Jedi," She recalled in her mind. Yet, they were all but extinct from the public eye. This made most people think they were no longer in existence.

"Was it a Jedi that killed her sister? Did they turn evil? Are they still a group underground?" These thoughts swirled in Padmé's brain with no answers revealing themselves. At her present state of knowledge, the only force users that are making their name known are the ones who use terror attacks and acts of violence. They apparently did these things to make statements against the government's laws.

"Those people should be outlawed," Padmé thought, "Not the Jedi..."

Through reasoning, she concluded that it wasn't fair that a whole group of people were being punished, hunted, executed by the actions of one. The death needed to end, innocents needed to be spared and those at fault needed to be brought to justice.

With new determination, she rubbed the threatening tears away from her eyes and arose from the floor. As she walked to her door and gripped the handle, Padmé hoped her role as Princess would finally pay off.

So yes, that was chapter 2! And if anyone has read The Lunar Chronicles by Marissa Meyer, I understand that the beginning of this chapter and this chapter in general is similar to the first chapter of Winter, the last book in the series.  I was unintentional but as I was writing this I realized the similarities.  But I really didn't care lol so I kept writing what I wanted to write for this story.  Ooookay anyway thanks for readng and I love you guys! <3