You're the queen of Naboo.

Your dainty hands run over your dress, smoothing down the delicate blue fabric. You adjust your headpiece, tracing the sapphire jewels that adorn it. You gaze at yourself in the mirror and look yourself over. Your dress is long, trailing behind you like handmaidens. The sapphires on your dress- like your headpiece- reflect in the light, making the deep blue appear brighter.

You pick up the belt hanging on a small hook next to the mirror. The soft sound of the belt clasping together around your waist echo in the room. You spin on your heel and head towards the throne room, and take a seat. Your eyes glance outside the window.

It's a marvelous day. Flowers are blooming, Theed is bustling- full of life.

The grand doors in front of you open slowly and reveal a Jedi- Anakin Skywalker- The Chosen One. His boots hit the floor softly as he approaches you. He kneels down in front of you and bows his head. "Queen."

He stands up and takes your hand in his, giving it a light kiss before dropping it. He speaks. "The Jedi are here searching for a bounty hunter. We have a suspicion he is trying to kill the monarchs of Naboo, including you. Don't worry though, The Republic will protect you."