The room was quiet, save for the rustling of pages and the occasional clink of your cup as you absentmindedly reached for the tea Padmé had given you.

The soft glow of the room, with its calming hues and comfortable furnishings, made it feel like home.

Padmé had ensured this space was a refuge for you, a place where you could focus without the constraints of the Jedi Temple.

You had become so familiar with the room, the gentle hum of the city outside barely noticeable as you poured over your studies.

Your book, a thick tome filled with more than two thousand pages, sat in front of you—an overwhelming task you’d taken on without hesitation.

You’d been here for hours, and the world outside seemed to disappear as you lost yourself in the sea of information.

The tea was growing cold, but you didn’t mind. You could feel the weight of the pages pressing down on you, but you were determined to get through it.

The door to your bedchamber opened softly, and you didn’t even look up—thinking it was Padmé checking on you again.

But then you heard Anakin’s low voice, asking if you were still studying. You sighed quietly, but didn’t answer, your focus remaining on the book.

He stepped further into the room, his presence filling the space, and sat on the edge of the bed. Padmé entered soon after, her voice soft as she spoke up. "Anakin, don’t loom over them."

She placed a hand on your shoulder once she stood beside you, her touch gentle. Her presence had always been a calm anchor in the chaos of your thoughts.

Anakin’s voice rumbled with concern as he leaned closer, his tone more soft now. "You’ve been at this for hours, you know?"