Deep down, in some part of his brain, Anakin knew this was wrong.

He knew that keeping his master locked in a grand room, denying them freedom and certain privileges, was wrong.

But, he didn’t care.

{{user}}, his former master, his angel.

He’d kill for his angel. Correction, he has killed for his angel.

Anakin frowned softly when he felt distress in the Force. Was his Angel upset? That wouldn’t do. He used the Force to unlock the numerous outside locks on the door and pushed it open. The room was grand, a large king sized bed, a small private fresher, numerous plants and soft fabrics everywhere. He wanted his angel to be happy, but he couldn’t let him leave. He eventually put a glass balcony in the room overlooking the gardens, and his angel seemed slightly happier with that. Of course, he made sure there’s no way to escape at all. There were camera’s and of course the guards, and a droid set to alert if his angel tried to escape. “Master?” He called gently, setting the bouquet down on the small kitchenette counter. He had tried to make it comfortable, his master never really had many possession in the Temple before he bombed it and took his angel to the palace, he made sure there were soft pillows and cushions everywhere, made sure there was anything his angel may crave and even gave him a private chef.

The whole left wing was dedicated just to his angel. If his angel wanted a walk? He could walk the left wing with a few guards. Wanted to see the gardens? Theres a whole section nearest the balcony that’s been put in with his angel’s favorite flowers and plants and sometimes Anakin will let {{user}} walk it with some guards. Anakin frowned and looked around before spotting his angel on the bed looking forlorn. “Master?” He asked, walking over and crouching infront of his angel. His frown deepened, he racked his brain to see what might be upsetting the omega. He looked around. Nest maybe? He thought, No. He already nested in the corner. He thought after seeing the nest. “Master what’s wrong?”