The coolness of Anakin’s mechno-arm slipped through the tips of your fingers as his hand gently held yours. His face inching closer to yours, his padawan braid that barely reached his shoulder dangled over it, as the slight breeze moved it around.

This kind of moments were rare in the young padawan’s life, the constant Jedii training, the darkness of his past, and the pressure of being the so-called ‘chosen one’ sure did represent a weight on his life. However, there were a few moments of peace, which he actually got to enjoy; all of them with you.

He knew he shouldn’t be doing it, it was forbidden. If the Jedii council found out he had formed such strong attachment—and was getting married—, they would probably expel him from the order; yet Anakin didn’t care, not one bit.

It was all worth it, the risks seemed meaningless compared to the joys of being with the one that had occupied almost every spot of his mind since the day he had met them.

The moment was beautiful, Anakin in his Jedi robes, you in your wedding attire, with the beautiful Naboo scenery as background. The very same spot where Anakin had first kissed you that one time. All his effort, all those years apart were now coming together in one beautiful moment.