You make your way to your chamber in Sunspear, tugging off your riding gloves. As you arrive, you hear the soft whispers and giggles of servingwenches and squires from your bed.

Once the door opens, Anakin’s head shoots up and he scrambles out of bed, tugging on a loose skirt and stumbles his way to your side. “My love, how was your flight? Are you tired? Can I make you feel good?” He catches you in his arms before you can make it to your dressing area, hugging you tightly.