Padmé threw the blankets off of her, standing tall. She quickly barked out, "Who are you?! What do you want from me?!"

"Padmé," The robot said. "Calm down. It's me."

"I don't know who you are!"

The robot chuckled, shaking its head. "I apologize."

Padmé forrowed her eyebrows together in frustration. She wanted to scream.

Two black hands raised to the mask, slowly removing it. Padmé gasped.

"Anakin."

"My love," He replied, placing the mask on the nightstand. "I'm glad to see that you're awake."

She took a step backward and drew in a breath. Her heart seemed to skip a neat as she pondered on what was in front of her. Padmé was at awe. She didn't fully understand what was happening.

The last time the two had seen each other he was screaming at her, stealing her breath. It had scared her. She'd felt like he'd taken a knife and cut her to pieces.

Now he stood in front of her, with the soft face of Anakin, wearing a suit of black robotic armour.

"What is going on?" She questioned, trying her best to put as much strength into her voice. Padmé didn't want to sound weak, regardless if this was her husband. "I don't understand."

"Sit down," Anakin replied. He took a few steps forward. His heavy boots were loud on the floor.

"No, Anakin," She shot back, crossing her arms. "I will not simply sit down. You need to tell me what's going on."

He sighed, running his hands through his hair. Without replying, he removed his boots and cloak.

"Anakin."

Again, he didn't reply. Instead he removed his breastplate and placed it on the dresser.

"Anakin!" Padmé huffed in frustration. The two hadn't fought a lot during their marriage. Mainly for the reason that they didn't spend extended periods of time together. Every moment was always cherished. Padmé rarely raised her voice. She was always very gentle.

She didn't know if it was due to the hormones or the stress of the situation, but Padmé had had enough of the mystery. She banged her fist on the wall and shouted, "Anakin Skywalker!"

He stopped moving around the bedroom, staring at his wife. He wore nothing but lose pants, revealing his bare chest.

"Stop pretending everything is alright!" She continued. "I don't understand what's going on! Where is Obi-wan?! Where are we?! Where have you been?!"

"Obi-wan is not here," He replied swiftly.

"Then where is he?" She asked.

"He's back on Coruscant," Anakin told her. "With the other Jedi."

She paused, drawing a deep breath. "Where are we?"

"Somewhere safe."

"Anakin!"

"We are on Mustafar. Where it is safe."

"Mustafar?" She whispered. "Mustafar! We're still here?!"

"Yes, Padmé."

The pain resurfaced inside of her body again. Betrayal seeped down her back and caused her to shiver. Her throat was dry and her blood felt thick and slow. She was cold.

"For a second," She sighed. "Just for a second I thought this wasn't true. I thought it was a nightmare."

"This isn't bad, Padmé," Anakin told her. He stepped closer to her, slightly opening his arms.

"Isn't bad?" She spat out. "You've turned to the dark side. How is this alright?!"

"Perception, Padmé," He corrected her with a cold tone. "It's all about perception."

"No, it's not! You betrayed the Jedi. You betrayed the very thing you trained your entire life to become!"

He cut her off, his voice rising as well. "The Jedi betrayed me!"

"All Obi-wan ever did was care for you. All he did was teach you!"

"I don't want to hear another word about Obi-wan, Padmé!" He shouted. "He betrayed us."

"No!" She cried out. "You betrayed us."

"You're wrong!"

"No, Anakin! You betrayed everything that we stand for. You betrayed me."

Anakin closed the remaining space between the two. He towered over her, anger raging throughout his face. It was then that she truly realized the yellow eyes. No longer blue and beautiful. But evil, filled with a lust for pain.

"I didn't betray you!" He muttered through gritted teeth. "You should thank me Padmé. All the Jedi ever did for us was split us apart. Made us feel ashamed to spend time together. Made us hide our entire marriage for years. You could've had our child and they would take me away the next day. Sometimes I thought I'd never be able to see you again. What kind of life is that?"

Padmé pointed her finger at Anakin, driving it against his chest hard. "That is the life that we agreed to have together. We sacrificed that kind of relationship for the greater good. To help protect the Senate and the people of our galaxy."

He shook his head. "You wanted to run away with that baby to Naboo, Padmé. If we stayed with the Jedi, it never would have happened."

"Naboo because it's my home planet! Its filled with life and my family! It reminds me of the good in our world. Its filled with our values. Mustafar is death. That's all it is! I refuse to raise my child in a planet of death and darkness."

"And I refuse to raise my child in the corruption of the senate!"

"Your child?" Padmé questioned. "This is no longer your child."

"You're foolish," He hissed. "They've manipulated your mind."

"My mind?!" She shouted. "Look at you Anakin! You're the manipulated one. Palpatine has you wrapped around his finger!"

Anakin let a sound of frustration escape from his throat as he store at his wife. Padmé met his stare with a look of disgust.

"I told you Anakin. I will not follow you down this path of darkness."

"You already have, Padmé."

"No, I haven't," She shot back.

"You're here, are you not?"

"Not by my will." With that, she pushed passed Anakin and quickly rushed down the hall. All she could do was pray that he had left the door unlocked.

"What will you do if it's open, Padmé? Run around with the clones? Maybe they'll give you a lift."

"I can't believe you!"

Her hand reached the door handle and she tugged. It didn't budge. She shook it a few times in frustration.

"So what? You're holding me hostage?" She asked him.

He shook his head as he entered the living room. "No, my love. I'm your husband. I'm not holding you captive."

"Then unlock the door, husband," Padmé replied with a snarl.

"See, angel," He retorted. "I thought you'd be quite happy. You know, since the option was to share a bed with me, or to share a bed with Palpatine."

Anakin turned around and walked away, slamming the door behind him. Leaving a distraut Padmé alone.

She sat down on the couch, placing her head in her hands. A silent tear slid down her cheek as she broke.

Every part of her aching body was on fire. It was agonizing, she felt hopeless and petrified.

This wasn't how things were supposed to play out.

She loved him. She knew she couldn't stop loving him. Yet the very thought of him sent a sickening pain to her chest. She felt like it was physically weighing her down.

It didn't make sense. This was the boy who looked at her like she was the stars. He would stare at her for hours and tell her how much he loved her. How his very being was meant for her. That all he wanted was to hold her in his arms for as long as he could breathe.

Yet the man who used to lay in bed and play with her hair now yearned for his own power. He didn't care about that small life they'd planned together. The smallest moments had slipped from his memory.

Now he danced with the dark. He was overjoyed at the possibility of ruling the galaxy. Of being feared.

She didn't want to fear him. She didn't want to love him, either.

Yet no matter how hard she tried to turn her want for him off, she wouldn't. Her very being cried out to be his. But she couldn't. The dark being in the other room was not her lover. He was the enemy.

It wasn't fair. He had betrayed her. He'd betrayed the light, their values. He shattered her heart and left it in dissarayed pieces across the floor. He stole parts of her that she couldn't get back.

How was she supposed to put herself back together? How was she supposed to forget what he had done?

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