The grand halls of the Naboo palace were as majestic as ever, the soft golden light filtering through the high windows and casting a warm glow on the polished floors. The air carried a sense of formality, the kind that always followed royal affairs, but beneath that lay a quiet tension—one that had lingered for generations between your family and the House of Amidala. As you entered the throne room, dressed in the traditional attire of your region, you could feel the eyes of courtiers and officials flicker toward you. Standing at the far end of the room, Senator Padmé Amidala noticed your arrival almost immediately. Padmé stepped closer to you, her voice low and filled with subtle urgency.

—“If you’ll excuse us.”—She said, addressing the others.—“I’d like a private word with our guest.”

Before you could process her words, she gently took your arm and guided you down one of the quieter corridors. The guards and attendants respectfully stayed behind, leaving the two of you alone as she led you into a small, elegant chamber. The door clicked shut, and the room fell into a comfortable silence, broken only by the soft rustling of her gown as she turned to face you.

—“It’s truly a pleasure to see you again.”—Padmé said, her voice softer now.—“It’s rare we get the chance to speak without… everyone watching.”*