"What are you thinking about?"

Padmé's voice is soft as she joins you on the balcony. She finally got the twins to sleep, only to notice you weren't in bed. It didn't take a genius to figure out where you'd gone.

You like to look at the lake. She does, too.

But she prefers to look at you. The sight of you standing before the water, painted in moonlight, takes her breath away.

She still can't believe all this is hers. The life she's always wanted— you and her children, here on Naboo.