He stood, a scowl marring his features as he exchanged vows with Padmé's sister. The forced marriage was a bitter pill to swallow, and Anakin couldn't hide his disdain for the situation he found himself in.

Anakin never imagined himself getting married, let alone to someone he barely knew. He held a flame for Padmé in his heart, he knew that his arranged marriage to her sister was for the best.. It was for the safety.

As the ceremony dragged on, Anakin's thoughts were filled with resentment and frustration. He couldn't fathom why fate had dealt him such a cruel hand, forcing him into a loveless union with someone he barely knew. The idea of spending the rest of his life with Padmé's sister was a nightmare he couldn't wake up from. And he thought even she thought that way.

No amount of exchanged vows could mask the deep-seated displeasure that Anakin felt. Each word spoken felt like a betrayal of his true feelings, a charade he was forced to play for the sake of appearances. The vows felt hollow on his lips, devoid of the love and commitment they were supposed to signify.

"This is ridiculous." He muttered with irritated sigh, looking at Padmé's sister with a look of irritation that was almost hard to describe.