{Y/N'S POV}

The morning sun shone brightly on my face as I lay silently in my cold and empty bed, staring blankly out of the window as I watched the familiar scene which greeted me everyday when I first opened my eyes in the morning. I lay there, deadly still, simply just admiring the same view I have been looking at for the 20 years of my life.

But today... it looked different. It felt different.

It was an indescribable feeling, almost like an atmosphere which filled my room. I felt nothing apart from the faint fluttering of butterflies swarming in my stomach, and my chest rising and falling as I breathed deeply in and out, eyes fixated on the morning sun and the dewy leaves on the trees outside of my window.

It was the same trees; the same birds; the same sun itself.

But today, the sun did not shine on my System like any other day I had lived so far. Today, the sun shone down on my planet for my wedding day.

I have been lying here since the sun first peaked out from behind the hills as it began to rise in the early hours of the morning, when everyone in the palace and probably on Solaris as a whole were still slumbering peacefully and undisturbed; half arguably oblivious that there will actually be a royal wedding taking place today. For me, I will end my day as a Queen, married with a husband; but for the rest of my system I will remain seemingly eligible so that Anakin and his vow to the Jedi and its (incredibly stupid) code isn't put in jeopardy and he doesn't risk expulsion from the Order.

We had planned the ceremony down to the very last tiny details... well to be honest, it was mostly Devica who took care of the planning as she had done before a few weeks - possibly a month - prior for my surprise birthday party. Which was absolutely perfect, might I add!

So naturally, I placed her head in command as my older sister and also technically as my maid of honour. I trusted her with absolutely everything; and every moment I spent with her planning the event were moments I knew I would treasure for the rest of my life.

I also noticed that over the past few weeks, while Anakin, Obi-Wan and Ahsoka came and went on occasional missions, whenever they were here and Devica was taking on an independent wedding task, Obi-Wan was always the first to volunteer to help out... leaving Ahsoka disappointed every single time. I also caught them on several occasions, sneaking out of the palace on several occasions when off wedding-duty to take midnight strolls in the moonlit gardens; much like Anakin and I used to do early in our then-complicated relationship. Often on these - frequent - night strolls, that my sister would often link arms with Obi-Wan and he did not once attempt to brush her off or stop her.

This may be simply just my imagination, but I swear that one time when I was passing a window overlooking the gardens on one of the many occasions where I was sleeplessly wandering the palace, I spotted them embracing. Now, this might be my unreliable eyesight for long-distance, but it definitely looked like a hug. Unfortunately, it did not last very long and as soon as I took a double-take in disbelief, they were separated from each other again.

Anyways, Devica had spent the last 3 to 4 weeks tirelessly running around especially for me, completing any and every unreasonable or unique request without question and with a wide smile on her face. I, however, could barely make the most simplest of decisions; such as whether I wanted to wear a veil or not... luckily for me, Devica took care of that too.

The ceremony would take place at sunset in a secret glade nearby the Memorial Temple in the forest, and then the reception would be held in the Temple itself. It was to be a small event, only our most trusted and closest people to be in attendance... which is basically a fancy way of saying it would simply just be me, Anakin, Devica, Ahsoka, Obi-Wan and Rex. To be honest, I cannot even think of anyone I would want to be at my wedding than the group of people I have come to love like family, and my long-lost older sister who I adore with every fibre of my being.

I thought often about how my mother must be turning in her grave at my incredibly untraditional wedding to a man with no title or a single drop of royal blood in his body; and held secretly away from the public eye with absolutely no publicity or huge party held in the ballroom of my palace like my coronation. To be frank, if my mother was still alive today, the fact that Anakin was a Jedi alone would have probably killed her off again... but I didn't care. I knew that probably around my age - and if she was alive - she would have been attempting to set Devica and me up with wealthy, noble and quite possibly significantly older suitors from other systems so that Devica could continue the royal bloodline as Queen and I could also produce an heir if Devica or Ayzel had failed to do so. Although I wouldn't usually wish her to be dead on the day of my wedding, at least now I am free to marry the man I love and who loves me in return, regardless of title, status or certain binding codes prohibiting our relationship.

There was one thing I was dreading about today however. It was a feeling I had felt before, but this time, now I am actually going to get married, it felt real. Funnily enough, the very first time this thought and feeling had entered my life, I was lying here in the same position - albeit though significantly more depressed - staring out of the window after suffering yet another sleepless night. This was after the four Mandalorians invaded the palace and 'killed' my mother and brother. As I had grown up without the presence of my father and I had no idea Devica even existed, Ayzel constantly promised that on the day of my wedding, he would be the one to walk me down the aisle. And after he was taken from me the first time and I was seemingly left an orphan with no living family, I was devastated.

I always pictured it in my mind when I was small and then even in my teenage years leading up to now on how it'd all go; I saw a picturesque wedding held in the then-abandoned Temple, my mother and future partner waiting for me at the end of the emerald green aisle. I always imagined that Ayzel would have been the one to calm my nerves; that he would be the one to take me down the aisle and give his little sister away, and that he and I would spend the rest of the night dancing together as though we were little kids again having one of our beloved sleepover parties in the pillow fort we used to make in his bed. I knew that he would always be there to protect me; and on many occasions when we were teens and discussing our futures, he would always joke to me that if my future partner would ever lay a hand on me, harm me or betray me, he would destroy them.

...It's only now, after taking his previous actions into account, that I realise he probably meant that literally.

All that aside, although the thought of not having him here with me on my real wedding day was the same I felt when I thought I had lost him for the first time, now it just somehow felt ten times worse. I haven't told Devica about this yet as I worried that it would only concern her, and I didn't need to give her yet another problem to stress over... but I do suspect that she already knows.

I continued to stare out of my window at the continually rising sun as I began to hear faint giggling and the sound of footsteps from outside of my bedroom. Eyes still directed and fixated on the birds nestling together on a tree branch, my ears pricked up at the sudden noise of the creaky door handle turning and my large door opening, letting in a rather cold draft that made me shiver under my quilts.

"Rise and shine, bride-to-be!" I hear Devica say gleefully, rushing over to my side of the bed. I couldn't get my body to move as I had been laying in the same position for hours, but I simply couldn't prevent the smile tugging on my mouth as my beloved older sister came into my view. Devica then sunk down gently on the bed beside me, stroking my stray hairs from my face with her fingers as she took my hand in her free hand to give it a gentle squeeze.

I grunted, yawning tiredly as Devica rolled her eyes playfully, grabbing my arm and heaving my heavy body upwards so my back was now up against my still perfectly positioned pillows. My eyes darted to the corner of the room where I spotted a rather energetic and excited looking Ahsoka, clutching a tray plated with what seemed like a full on banquet of food, a decorative single Solarian Rose delicately placed in a slender vase to top it off.

"You guys... you seriously didn't have to do this for me!" I protested, Ahsoka shaking her head violently at me as she placed the tray over my lap.

"No way! Today is about you; it's your wedding day for Force sake!" Ahsoka says, plopping down heavily on the bed next to Devica and me, making the contents of the tray rattle slightly. I chuckled to myself, looking down onto the plates full of fruits and desserts and trying to figure out how I was going to eat all this when I barely had an appetite due to nerves.

"Ahsoka's right, (y/n). It is your wedding day... and possibly the only day I will willingly get along with Skywalker; so make the most of it," Devica joked, winking at me as Ahsoka snorted in response. 

Anakin.

To say that this was our wedding day, for a brief moment I had completely forgotten about him. However, now he has been brought up in the conversation, I am reminded on how much I miss him. Pretty much the only traditional thing that I wanted for this wedding, was that he didn't see me or my dress before the ceremony... which for some reason, Rex had also insisted on officiating.

"So, how are you feeling?" Devica asked me again, snatching me out of my mind once more.

"Oh... I'm feeling totally fine. I'm great!" I say to her enthusiastically.

Too enthusiastically.

Devica raised her eyebrow at me, her eyes quickly darting down to the tray of food and back up to meet mine. "So.. not nervous?" she pressed.

She's noticed I haven't even moved to touch my food.

"Not at a-"

"-(y/n) don't even lie to me; I know you. And I know when you're nervous," Devica laughed lowly to herself, shaking her head as she takes my hand in hers once more, squeezing it lovingly like she always does. I let out a sigh and cast my eyes down to fixate on the embroidered flowers in my bedsheets. "You know, it's completely normal to get cold feet on the morning of your wedding day. Actually, most brides question whether they want to marry an arrogant Jedi man-child-"

Ahsoka let out another giggle as I pushed Devica jokingly, though accidentally nearly knocking her balance; and possibly in another timeline or alternate reality, it could have resulted in the eldest Anara-Lao sibling ending up in a sprawled heap on the bedroom floor.

"Okay, okay; I'm only kidding! But seriously... don't stress. I've ensured everything today will run as smoothly as physically possible, so the only thing you have to do is get down that aisle. Like I said: getting cold feet is normal! This is a huge decision you're making, but even I know that Anakin is the perfect person for you. You both make an amazing team, and any one of us can say that you basically complete each other," Devica smiled warmly at me, making her tired and baggy eyes squint as she tried to make me feel better. Ahsoka took my left hand as Devica still grasped onto my right, and I couldn't help but feel a lot less nervous now that I was surrounded by two of the  people I loved most in the galaxy.

"Besides, you know that I have your back, and I'll be with you every step of the way. I mean, if he ever does anything to even remotely hurt you, I will murder him personally," my sister jokes, squeezing my hand once more.

Now where does that sound familiar?... I guess my sister and brother were a lot more alike than I thought.

***

Ahsoka, Devica and I spent the rest of the day together doing a various selection of activities in my room as they prepared me for the quickly approaching ceremony. The time flew by in an instant, and sunset was rapidly encroaching on us, feeling almost like a doomsday clock as we had spent the day doing a variety of stupidly fun things... physically getting ready for my wedding not being one of them.

But let's be honest... who wouldn't pick putting a facial mask on Ahsoka or watching a slightly champagne-tipsy Devica doing karaoke over getting ready for your own wedding?

I sat deathly still, trying not to burst out in giggles as Devica held the scalding hot curling tong next to my neck as she wrapped the last lock of my (y/h/c) hair around it. Ahsoka then quickly burst into the room, attempting to haul my wedding dress over to the bed in difficulty. I observed her reflection in the vanity mirror, Devica also watching whilst she ensured not to burn my hair off as we saw Ahsoka heave the dress onto the mattress before grasping onto the four-poster frame to catch her breath. I waited until Devica had removed the scorching wand from my hair and then burst into a fit of laughter, my sister joining in as we completely lost our minds over my wedding shoes that were hooked on Ahsoka's montrals so she could use both hands to carry the dress.

"Sunset is in an hour; we really need to get you into this dress now," Ahsoka said to me, unhooking my shoes from her montrals and placing them side-by-side on the floor.

{ a/n - Dress time loves : Wedding edition (just imagine there is a green sash/bow around the waist!) and feel free to imagine it in however style you wish but this is the reference I'll be using !! <3 }

Ahsoka held me up steadily as Devica guided my feet to step into the dress on the floor, excitement now bubbling me as I closed my eyes, letting Devica pull up the dress and button up the back. I kept my eyes firmly closed as I blindly stepped into the green satin shoes that once adorned Ahsoka's head as though they were accessories, feeling the cold air hit my now exposed shoulders and lace softly semi-encasing my arms.

I felt the pair of bridesmaids guide me slowly back over to the mirror so I don't trip in my shoes or over the skirt of my dress, and one of them then gently taps my shoulder to tell me to open my eyes. As soon as I saw my reflection in the mirror, my jaw slightly dropped. Everything about this dress was even more perfect than I imagined; the lace, the skirt, the green ribbon to symbolise my family and system... it was how I had always pictured my wedding dress, and now I was finally wearing it.

That is not me. No way!

"Well you better believe it!" Ahsoka chuckles, winking at me as I take a long time to come to realisation that I forgot we were connected by the Force.

"We better go, otherwise you'll be late," Devica says, sniffing a little as she hands me her hand-picked bouquet of Solarian Roses. I nod to her, smiling at both of my sisters before the three of us made our way out of the palace and towards the ceremony area. 

It took us around half an hour to walk to the glade, my stomach churning nervously and my breath heavy as we approached it nearer and nearer. The three of us arrived a little while later in front of an arch adorned with fairy-lights and Solarian Roses woven around the mossy wood. Ahsoka peeked past the wooden posts and down the candle-lit aisle to see if the men were ready and in position.

"I think we're ready to go," Ahsoka said quietly to Devica, who nodded at her to signal for her to join the others at the end of the aisle. Ahsoka rushed in and gave me one last tight hug, smiling at me reassuringly before she went to join the others. "Be good to my brother."

I nodded at her and watched until she had fully disappeared from sight. My hands began to tremble now that the whole thing was finally sinking in, my eyes darting to meet Devica's kind brown ones in a panic.

"Hey... look at me. You will be fine, I'm right here beside you for every step down that stupid aisle and for every moment after," Devica whispered softly to me, pulling me into her embrace. I nestled into her neck as her arms securely wrapped around me, my eyes watering a little due to all the overwhelming feelings hitting me all at once. "I know what's bothering you."

I knew it.

"It's killing me that he's not here too... and I know that me being here can't even begin to substitute for his absence, but I am going to walk you down arm in arm and I am going to give you away as he was going to do. I-I think it's what he would've wanted," Devica said to me, her voice breaking as she sniffed in an attempt to hold back the tears so she could stay strong for me.

I broke out of the embrace slightly brought my eyes back to meet my sister's as she gently wiped away my tears with her thumb, attempting to crack a smile for me. The way she smiled down on me almost reminded me of Ayzel himself; I saw so much of him in Devica. The same brown eyes, the same coy and yet also genuine smile, the same hair colour.

As I looked into Devica's dewy eyes, I felt a breeze of cold air brush against my bare shoulders, causing a shiver to ripple through my body. It was then followed by a strong feeling inside and surrounding me, a warm and calming sensation rushing through me as I remembered my older brother.

"It's strange... because it almost feels like he is here even though he's not," I laughed quietly, the horrible nervous and sorrowed feeling completely lifting from my shoulders as though it was a weight tying me down and preventing me from wanting to go and get married.

Devica cupped my check lovingly and kissed me gently on the forehead as she slinked her own arm into the crook of mine, handing my bouquet back to me, "Of course he is. He would be so proud of you, (y/n)."

We paused for a moment in silence to acknowledge our brother before Devica wiped her eyes and spoke up once more. "Now, come on. Let's get you down that aisle."

I took one last deep breath, grasping tightly onto my sister's arm as she guided me slowly towards the entrance of the arch. My gaze follows the two lines of golden-lit candles until I met the one person in the entire universe who I would ever only want to spend the rest of my life with. The two of us met eyes and the butterflies fluttering in my stomach started to go completely crazy at the sight of the man who my entire heart belonged to. His jaw slightly dropped and after a moment, his mouth morphed into one of his trademark smirks I had come to love dearly.

And just like that, I was finally ready.

~•☾❤︎☽•~

a/n : it's been a while but i'm not dead!!!

anyways, i got randomly a HUGE  motivation to write something, so here we are! the chapter you all have been waiting for for 42 chapters... sorry it got so long to get here and i'm also sorry if this was WAY too long!  because it was so long (and i wanna make it as good as it possibly can be, I'm splitting the wedding into TWO parts (which you may have noticed in the title), so you can look out for part two by the end of the weekend!

it is also SUPER late for me right now as i'm finishing this so please ignore any possible grammar//spelling mistakes.

anyways, i really hope you liked this one! make sure to vote and comment your thoughts; i'd love to hear what you think!

i love you all endlessly, my little Star-Crossed family!
- heather <3