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"I know what I said, but-"

"You gave your word, and you said yourself that you always live up to your word," I cut Anakin off with a pout.

He was trying to go back on the agreement he made to take me to the river. I get why — he is worried I am going to fall in and get taken away by the current since it tends to act up this time of year, and clumsiness is not a stranger to me. But at the same time, he needs to understand I am not a child and am more than capable of doing something as simple as not falling in.

Which I do understand that I am more coddled because I am the one and only blood heir to the Naboo throne. But I swear, both him and my parents treat me like I am some incompetent child, they have no trust in me whatsoever and see me as dense.

"I know Princess," He said softly, probably hoping to keep my demeanor calm, "But I mentioned it to your parents and they-"

"Why would you tell them?" I cut him off again with a shout as I grabbed my pillow from my bed and threw it at him, which he dodged with ease — his efforts to keep me calm have clearly failed, "Of course they would be against it, they hate me going anywhere past the tree line."

(There is a specific reason her parents are so adamant on not allowing her to go near the forest or really do anything—which will be explained later—they're not just being too strict, they have fear in their hearts for a good reason. But I do agree that they still need to lighten up.)

He picked up the pillow from the floor with the rolling of his eyes, "Because I wish to keep my head attached to my body," He exclaimed dramatically.

"Please, they will not harm you. They adore you more than I half the time." I folded my arms over my chest as I eyed him and down with disgust. They love him, especially my mother who thinks he is an Angel, little does she know he is the complete opposite.

His hair is hiding his horns.

We have been getting along decently these past few days, but there are times where we are at each other's throats, and I have a feeling we are about to have another one of those moments.

"That is not true." He argued, throwing the pillow in my direction and hitting me in the arm despite my efforts to maneuver out of the way. My dodging skills are not as pristine as his, that I will admit.

I scoffed, "Yes it is, you are like a teachers pet. Running to them with every little thing. Tu n'as pas de couilles Anakin?" I spat in French, knowing the reaction he was about to have. He hates when I speak in other languages, especially if I am throwing him insults in them.

"How am I supposed to understand what you are saying?" He yelled as he gestured like he was going rip his hair out in frustration, "If you wish to insult me, speak English, not all of us are fluent in whatever language that was."

"It was French you mindless half-wit, and I was asking if you have any balls. But clearly you do not." I was getting fed up with him and my parents, and their stupid rules that they enforce without giving me a proper reason other than 'it is not safe'. So my usual calm and composed demeanor was slowly floating away.

He pushed his tongue to the inside of his cheek as his eyes narrowed in my direction, "I feel so sorry for that future husband of yours. He thinks he is going to get some well-behaved prized princess that has a heart of gold and everyone adores. When, to his dismay, he will be receiving a stubborn brat who whines when she does not get her way." He eyed me up and down as he snapped his words. My chest tightened in anger as I stepped closer to him, nostrils flaring.

"You forget, I am still your Princess and future Queen, and I would not mind throwing you in the keep for a night." I threatened. The keep is like a dungeon, but less dark and gloomy. It's a small jail that resided in the underground floors of the palace.

He stepped closer to me, challenging my threat. We were now both close enough to where our chests almost touched, our eyes locked in a stare-down, "Do it then." He tested me.

I breathed in a long inhale, the tension between us so thick it could be sliced with a knife, "You think I will not?"

He shook his head, "I know you will not."

Silence then sat between us, the only sound being birds chirping from outside the balcony doors that were wide open. We were breathing heavily, and Anakin's gaze dropped down to my lips before looking back into my eyes - and I did the same.

"Princess, is everything alright? I could hear shouting from down the hall." One of my hand-maidens, Padmè, said aloud after opening the door without warning. Anakin and I both snapped our heads in her direction and took a step back from each other. Her eyes landed on us and understanding instantly flashed through them, "Is this fool being a narcissistic prat again?" She waltzed inside with her hands behind her back — she is not only my main hand-maiden, she is also my best friend.

"Padme," Anakin sighed in annoyance, "Always a pleasure to see you." He smiled sarcastically.

She laughed, "Well I am a pleasure," She reached my side and faced him with a smirk, "The same can not be said for you I am afraid." Their relationship kind of reminds of siblings that constantly bicker. And most of their bickering has to do with him giving me a hard time, and her protecting me like any best friend would.

I smirked as he rolled his eyes at her and directed his attention back to me, "Tomorrow is the roulette, so take the day to rest. Maybe I will take you another time." He turned away from me, but not before I saw something flash through his eyes when he spoke of the roulette. I was not sure what it was though, maybe annoyance. The roulette is not something he is looking forward to — he says it will be the most boring day of his life.

"Do not make promises that can not be kept," I said as he walked towards the door to leave. Some may think I am over reacting, but when you have been hidden up in a tower your whole life, getting a broader glance of the world becomes a craving.

He paused at the doorway and turned to side-eye me, "Stay here with your lap dog, I need to discuss something with the King and Queen." He walked out and shut the door behind him before I could say anything else.

I groaned in annoyance, "We were getting along just fine this past week, then suddenly he makes me wish that I believed in the execution law," I stomped towards my bathroom and Padmè followed behind me.

"Would you like me to get a bath started for you? I can add rosemary to water and it is has been known to be good for stress and nerves," She offered kindly as she walked to the tap on the wall which released the water for the porcelain tub.

Padme Amidala, my best friend since we were children. She is the daughter of the woman who cared for me whenever my parents were not around when I was younger. Which was more than half of childhood, at the very least. She is the one who took me to all my dance, reading, and writing lessons, and tucked me in bed at night with a book.

She passed when I was still young,, possibly around the age of ten or eleven. Then Padme was brought to the palace to be watched over since they had no other family, and grew into the position as my hand-maiden — per her choice. But I do not see her as a hand-maiden, more as a friend that I can not live without.

"That would be lovely Padmè," I sighed, still annoyed over the situation with Anakin.

I began to take my dress off when I heard the water begin to run, and the sound of my best friends voice echoed in the room, "So what did he do this time?" She asked in an amused tone.

I dropped the dress to the floor and looked at myself in the mirror as I attempted to remove the corset. Padmé soon walked over to help, "He said he would take me to the river today, but then he went back on it out of fear of what my parents think," I exclaimed as she removed the corset, and my eyes landed on my bare stomach.

A large scar that was diagonal went from the bottom of my right rib cage, all the way down to my left hip. I have had this ridiculously hideous scar my entire life, but I have no memory of getting it. All my parents ever told me was that I was a clumsy child.

I ran my finger along the healed, discolored skin. One of my fears is that in the future, when I do find a husband, he will be repulsed by me. I do not have that perfect flawless body that these men envision, and it worries me that I will become less desirable because of it — resulting in an adulterous and unhappy marriage.

I sighed quietly to myself before pushing the insecure thoughts out of my mind, making room for good ideas, "Actually, I have a better idea than a bath," I dropped my hand down and spun on my heals to smile at my her, "Anakin will not return for at least another hour or two, so how about you and I go to the river?" I suggested.

She looked a bit skeptical of my plan, "Have you not already gotten in trouble enough this week?" She asked with a head tilt.

I shrugged, "One more reprimand will not hurt. What are they going to do? Take my crown away, the sole heir?" I began to smile and it did not take long for her to smile back at me. She knew that all I will ever receive is a slap on the wrist from my presents and an ear-full from Anakin — which is really just another day for me, "Come on, we can climb off my balcony and be gone for an hour. then we will come back and it will be like we were never gone." Anakin gets distracted a lot, he will lose track of time for a short while and I plan to be back before he goes in to check on me.

Finally, it looked like Padme was going to agree when her smile widened, "Alright but if we get caught, I will be putting the blame entirely on you."

"Perfectly fine with me."

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