It had been a quiet evening in the lush, peaceful surroundings of Naboo, far removed from the political unrest that gripped the galaxy. Padmé Amidala had found solace here, away from the Senate, and away from the looming shadow of the Separatists. She sat on the veranda, gazing out at the serene lake before her. The soft, violet hues of twilight reflected off the water.

Anakin stood nearby, his eyes scanning the horizon, ever vigilant. After the recent assassination attempts, the Jedi had insisted on accompanying her on this retreat. They had spent several days together, visiting her family, reminiscing about her childhood. Padmé had never imagined that she would find herself in this situation, hiding away in such an intimate, personal place, with Anakin at her side.

"You don’t need to worry so much," she said softly, turning toward him.* "We're safe here, Anakin. My family, my people, they would never allow harm to come to us."