《Forbidden Love || Anakin x Reader》Chapter 18: Blind
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The same day, we made our way back to the country lake. The evening was chilly, but the entire lake house was silent. The only sound was of the waves slowly crashing into the ridge of the mountain.
I laid on my bed, looking up at the ceiling tracing the wall markings. There was a chilling presence in the force. I couldn't quite figure out if the energy was bad or good. I searched for answers but never received them.
The nightmares started to die out each day until they stopped completely. The only dreams that filled my head were of Anakin. I knew my thoughts betrayed me, but I couldn't help but see him. In my mind, he was always there when I was awake and haunting me while I was asleep.
I replayed the kiss that should have never happened. I could still feel how soft his lips were or how delicate his hand felt behind my waist.
I closed my eyes, hoping the images would fade away. Only they didn't. They never did.
✧・゚: *✧・゚:* *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
The sun was blaring into the room. I got dressed and headed into the dining room as dinner was being served. I never realized how much food we had eaten today, but it was quite a handful. When I arrived, I was surprised only to see Anakin there. I furrowed my brows confused. Where was Padme?
"Before you ask. She had a meeting with the senate. She's not coming." Anakin said, standing up from his seat. My mouth quickly formed into an 'O'-shape coming to realization.
I sat across the long table, facing towards Anakin. "The food looks yummy," I say, smiling as the handmaidens continued to bring out the food. There were tons of fruit as well as bread placed on the table. The smell filled my nose, making my stomach growl. "Hungry?" Anakin said, laughing lowly. I rolled my eyes playfully, grabbing my fork and knife.
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Before I sliced my pear in half, Anakin lifted it in the air, startling me at first. The pear moved slowly across the table, landing on Anakin's plate. "If Master Obi-Wan caught me doing this, he'd be very grumpy." Anakin laughed, making a slice into the pear with his knife.
He slowly lifted one piece of the pear and moved it across the table. I looked at Anakin before looking at the now sliced fruit. He chuckled and nodded his head. I grabbed my fork once more, stabbing it and taking a bite out of it.
"Even eating, you look beautiful," he calmly said. I felt my cheeks become hot, and my body tense. My eyes looked up to be met with a lazy smirk on his lips and his blue eyes piercing to mine.
I coughed, breaking up the tension. I took a sip from my drink and continued back to my plate. Breakfast was more so relaxing. The table was filled with silence. However, it was cut short by an intermission from my Master Windu. I walked back to my room to answer his call.
"Hello, my young padawan." Master Windu said, sitting at the Jedi council room. I bowed before I began, "Hello, Master." I say back, waiting to hear the news. "Hello, y/n." Yoda says, appearing on the intercom as well. I bowed again.
This was odd. Both of them on a call, there must be something happening, but why wasn't Anakin here.
"I have successfully made contact with the prime minister of Kamino. They are using a bounty hunter named Jango Fett to create a clone army. I have a strong feeling that this bounty hunter is the assassin we are looking for. "Obi-wan says, appearing on the intercom. He was surrounded by thunder and rain. Jango Fett? Bounty Hunter? Who could place a bounty on Padme??
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"Do you think these clones are involved in the plot to assassin Senator Amidala?" My master asked. Clones?? I had completely missed that part. Who would possibly create an army of them? So many questions began to fill my head.
"No, Master. There appears to be no motive." Obi-wan begins before he is cut off. "Do not assume anything. Obi-Wan. Clear your mind must be... if you are to discover the real villains behind this plot." Yoda says. He was always wise; I admired him so much. But I was still confused about why I was here.
"Yes Master, they say Master Sifo-Dyas placed an order for a clone army... at the request of the senate almost ten years ago," Obi-Wan says, making the meeting silent. An order for a clone army? I looked at my master with confusion, his brows furrowed.
"I was under the impression he was killed before that. Did the council ever authorize the creation of a clone army?" Obi-Wan asked. I was still looking at my Master for answers. This was an odd request. "No. Whoever placed that order did not have authorization of the Jedi council." Windu answered back.
Still confused, I began to worry. There was something deeper happening behind the back of the Jedi. "Bring him here. Question him we will." Yoda says, placing his hands together. He closed his eyes, seeming to be in deep meditation. "yes, Master. I will report back when I have him." Obi-Wan saying before leaving the intercom.
"Blind we are if creation of this clone army we could not see," Yoda says, opening his eyes, making eye contact with both Windu and me. My master sighed in defeat. Could we have been so far from the force? "I think it is time we informed the senate that our ability to use the force has diminished," Windu says, hanging his head low. "Only the dark lord of the Sith knows our weakness. If informed, the senate is, multiply our adversaries will." Yoda says, now glaring at me.
I now realized why I was placed in this meeting. "Y/n, you must not tell Padme of the force or the creation of the clone army." My master said. I nodded my head. "Yes, Master," I say back. "You must protect senator Amidala until further notice," Windu said before ending the intercom. Great, more secrets to keep.
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