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(y/n) POV:

Platinum rays of sunlight shot through my windows and illuminated different parts of my room as I stared blankly at the ceiling from my bed. My Master, Anakin, who was in the other room of our shared quarters, has already called to me twice for me to get up. And both times, I ignored his annoying voice and stayed laying on my bed like a lifeless lump.

It's not that I was being lazy or indolent. In fact, as a Jedi and a Queen, those words shouldn't even exist in my vocabulary. It's just that today was one of those days where I knew I would be subtly bustling back and forth between Jedi duties and Queen duties, and I was doing my best to mentally prepare myself for it all.

The day hasn't even started and I'm already unmotivated to even leave my bed.

I heard three strident knocks on my door along with another irritated command from Anakin, "(y/n), if you don't get your ass out here right now then I will gladly drag you down the hall by your earlobe in front of the other Jedi."

I groaned and kicked my blankets off of the bed, then stomped over to my door which I knew he was on the other side of, "Oh quit whining, I'm coming!" I retorted back and proceeded to quickly dress into my Jedi clothing, as well as putting my hair into a fast ponytail.

"Impatient dipstick...." I muttered bitterly while securing my utility belt around my waist, feeling dazed from how rapidly I was doing my morning routine since hardly a moment ago I was still under the covers.

The sun had barely risen and we weren't even required to be up this early, but Anakin always insisted on it for some reason that he has yet to reveal. But I'm pretty confident that he's just being pretentious so that the Council will give him a spot with them.

Besides, I've tried reasoning with him that we should preserve our energy as much as possible by sleeping more but he every time he just says, 'The early bird gets the worm.'

And then if I'm even a second late for anything, he scolds me about not being punctual and embarrassing him in front of the Council. And I typically just ignore him and zone out his words, to which he scolds me again for not 'respecting my superiors.' And I'm almost one hundred percent sure that he only says that to prove the point that he has the ability to boss me around, which he knows provokes me.

I've lost track of the amount of times I've wanted to get in his face and scream, 'I'm a Queen, you arrogant bastard!'

That's the other thing. The only one who knows of my true identity is Master Yoda, who brought me to the Jedi Temple all the way from Alderaan when I was only three years old. In the past I've asked him why no one else knows, and he told me that for my safety, it should remain between us two because of possible traitors and how fast this kind of information could spread in any situation. I understood this, but it was difficult to not have anyone else to confide in who knows what my life is like. I'm eternally grateful for Yoda and all he's done for me, and he's even been like a father to me since I never really had one.

But since he's not my Master, I don't see him as often as I'd like and I frequently feel lonely because I have no one to share my problems or worries with.

And because of that, Anakin usually assumes that I'm using stress or fatigue as an excuse to get out of work or training, which results in him scolding me some more.

One of the many things that irked me about Anakin was that even though we were very close in age, as opposed to other Masters and Padawans, was that he often treated me as if I was a youngling who always misbehaved. And he's also the biggest hypocrite in the galaxy. He has the audacity to call me out for not following the rules when he does the exact same thing himself.

I took a deep breath as I looked over myself in the mirror, inhaling all of my stress for the busy day ahead of me, and releasing it in a cloud of tranquil air. My racing mind was calm and still for a moment, a mere blissful moment, before it ended when I walked away from the mirror.

I swiftly exited my room and saw Anakin leaning against the doorframe to our quarters with his arms crossed. The faint scar over his eye, and his dark blonde locks enhanced his natural broody posture and pensive expression. When I first became his Padawan, I was often intimidated by him and did my best to never anger him. But now, I really couldn't care less about getting on his nerves. He does the same to me basically all the time, so I think it's only fair if I return the favors.

His eyes darted over to me and he scoffed, "A second later and you'd have a torn earlobe. Let's go."

I sighed and bit back a snarky response. I was too mentally occupied thinking about everything I'd have to do today to think of a clever comeback for him.

"Yes, Anakin." I grumbled and stiffly walked up beside his tall form. When I was close enough to him, he grabbed my bicep and pulled harshly on it to further push me out of the room.

I stumbled forward and sighed frustratedly, concealing every urge I had to spin around and smack him across the face.

We fell in step side by side, leisurely strolling through the halls. My mind kept racing back and forth between the never ending possibilities of how today could turn out. I knew what we were doing as Jedi today, we were transporting files about previous missions to the Senate building. That should be a piece of cake, but the problem is, I'm also supposed to contact my mother around the same time.

I see my mother at least twice a week in hologram form, which I guess is better than nothing. But it's still pretty cruel that I can't ever see her in person, even if it's for both our safety. Talking with her is typically the highlight of my day whenever I get the chance to. Not that being a Jedi isn't enjoyable, but Anakin doesn't exactly make it a jolly experience for me. I have an inkling that he's just completely biased against me because I know for a fact that I'm the only one that he's excessively rude to, as opposed to literally anyone else.

At the same time though, he never really wanted a Padawan in the first place, and I was just sort of given to him despite his protests.

Irregardless, today I have to continue adapting to the art of living a double life. And I don't actually know what my mother wants to talk about, because I was informed ahead of time that it's not going to be the usual over dramatic Queenly etiquette lesson or an update on the well-being of our people. So it must be something more serious, and the anticipation of it was killing me.

"You're unusually silent today." Anakin observed, while still walking forward and not looking at me. "Can't say I'm complaining, though." He added.

I saw a faint smirk on the corner of his lips that lingered after he spoke. The hubristic edge in his tone was as flagrant as ever.

His comments startled me out of my troubled thoughts, and I blushed in embarrassment at being caught zoning out. That's another thing that shouldn't even exist for me. The whole concept of 'zoning out' is a complete contradiction of the required focus and attention needed to be a Queen and a Jedi. And if I know Anakin, I know that he takes excessive pride in if he ever catches me slipping up.

I swallowed back a vulgar snub to his cockiness and instead remained composed, "How very insightful of you, Skywalker. Do you want a medal for this astounding observation?" I asked in a sarcastic and slightly snobby voice.

In my peripheral vision I saw his smirk drop and then he clenched his jaw at my response. I smiled and felt satisfied for now, knowing that this was just the beginning of the constant squabbles that were sure to happen between us later today. If no one is there to stop us, our quarrels usually end with one of us throwing something at the other, or storming off into another room.

Yes, we acted extremely childish on multiple occasions and can never seem to be friendly towards each other. He was the only person that I acted this way towards. At best, our fights would end in some sort of stalemate with an unspoken promise of revenge.

We entered the Council room without another word and waited patiently for our next instructions. I relaxed my posture slightly when I saw Yoda and Obi-Wan clearly still in the middle of a conversation, which I expected since Anakin practically dragged me out of our quarters just so we could be early to stand around and wait for them to finish. As I said earlier, it makes no sense.

But as soon as my shoulders dropped by barely an inch, Anakin clapped his hand on my back unexpectedly which caused my posture to straighten again, and thankfully I was able to hold in a yelp of pain.

"Stop slouching, and pay attention." He muttered right into my ear.

Alright, that's it.

I turned fully towards him this time and crossed my arms, "Like how you always pay attention, Mister Goody Two Shoes-Golden Boy?" I sneered sarcastically in a quiet voice to not cause too much attention, even though Yoda and Obi-Wan were probably listening by now. "That bumptious head of yours is too thick to comprehend your own hypocrisy."

It's ridiculous how hard he's trying to win over the Council in his favor, and that he expects me to aid him in that quest by succumbing to his overbearing strictness.

Well, he can go kiss his own ass if he thinks I'm going to do that.

He turned his head and scowled at me, then scoffed resentfully while eyeing me up and down. His body then fully rotated towards me this time as he glared down at me with fiery wrath in his eyes, "And just what gives you the right to talk to me that way, Padawan?"

As usual, he played the superiority card on me. He played that card in our arguments whenever he either couldn't think of a comeback, or when he knew I was right. In this case, it's probably both, which I thought was pretty amusing even though I was still annoyed.

I got on my tiptoes to seem more intimidating, even though my head barely aligned with the top of his chest.

"How about this? I. Don't. Care. Just because you're my Master doesn't mean you get to treat me like a child." I said a little louder, with sass and indignation laced in each word.

It's hardly dawn and we're already having our first quarrel of the day. It was a good thing I preemptively prepared myself for the simmering flames of rage I now felt ascending in my chest.

His black-clothed body expanded slightly as he inhaled a deep breath, probably to keep himself from choking the life out of me.

"Enough, that is."

We both simultaneously diverted our gazes towards Yoda, who intervened as he usually does. Obi-Wan shook his head and sighed at our bantering, which he also occasionally throws himself in the middle of to stop. If any one breaks up our fights, it's either Yoda or Obi-Wan. At least, they're the two people who we let ourselves fight in front of as opposed to the other Jedi who are more strict and unforgiving.

"If you two are done bickering like teenagers, it's about time for you to fly over to the Senate building to transport those files." Obi-Wan said with a hint of edge in his voice.

Yoda nodded in agreement, "Simple, this will be. Build efficient teamwork, you two must."

Out of all the Jedi, since I'm the closest with him, Yoda often hears my rants about how much I despise working with Anakin. Lately he's been trying different tactics to get us to work together and help each other, which aren't that successful. Anakin and I can work together, and we have many times actually. But if there's even an iota of something that annoys either of us, one thing will lead to another and before we know it, another argument starts.

Anakin nodded and crossed his arms, "We'll try." He said halfheartedly.

Yoda narrowed his eyes, "Do or do not, Skywalker. There is no try."

I smirked slightly at his words and eyed Anakin's dumbfounded expression. As I mentioned, it was so amusing when he was at a loss for words.

Minus another point for displeasing the Council.

I saluted a quick goodbye while still smirking and turned around to leave, hearing Anakin's footsteps following behind me.

"At least be nice to each other for more than two minutes!" Obi-Wan called from behind us.

I didn't respond, and instead released the rest of my negative energy from earlier by speed-walking ahead of Anakin to the ship so that I wouldn't say or do something I might regret later.

But then I thought about it; how did I come to despise Anakin so much? It isn't something so really pondered because it was always just a thing that happened, like an unspoken agreement. Sure, he was the most unpleasant, brash, and arrogant person in the Jedi Order, but it was always more than that. Unfortunately, lots of people annoyed me, which was why I didn't really have any friends. But Anakin was just different in a way I couldn't explain.

It didn't matter though. The point is that I hate him and he hates me, and I have a feeling it'll stay that way despite everyone's efforts to have us get along. In the beginning, I really did try to get on his good side, and he also tried connecting with me with very subpar efforts, but we just never clicked like other Masters and Padawans. The age difference is also a defining factor in this, because I despise being treated so condescendingly by someone who is very close to my age.

I opened up the ramp for us and walked inside the ship without hesitation. I immediately went to the back to pull out a holo-communicator that I had stuffed into my pocket so that I could contact my mother.

I eventually heard the ramp closing as well as Anakin walking over to the cockpit. I sighed and went to stand about ten feet behind where he was fiddling with the controls to start the ship.

"How long do you think this will take?" I asked.

He scoffed coldly without looking at me, "Why? Do you have somewhere to be?" He asked rhetorically, even though I knew he was being sarcastic.

Yes, actually. Believe it or not, some of us do important things with our lives instead of flaunting our obnoxious bravado.

I huffed frustratedly. Even when all I do is ask a question, he gets irritated. "No, I'm literally just asking. If we're going to be stuck together for this then you might as well have a normal conversation with me instead of being an arse like usual."

He turned his head to look at me and when he saw I was being serious, he sighed and softened his gaze slightly while brushing loose stands of hair out of his eyes, "If we're quick and don't run into any hurdles along the way, then it should be about fifteen minutes to get in and out."

I was genuinely taken aback at his sincerity and blinked in surprise. I was expecting another rude remark after I just called him an arse. I nodded and relaxed my formerly rigid body, "Thank you." I mumbled just audible enough for him to hear.

His deep blue eyes stayed on me for a moment longer, as if he was examining me curiously, before he turned back towards the ships controls without another word.

(a/n): Ahhh I'm so excited for this first chapter! I really hope you guys like it so far. Because I'm still writing my other story, I'm not sure how often I'll update but it'll probably vary every time. And I'm sorry if this was a bit slow but I promise that the chapters will get more interesting. I wanted to focus this one to getting to know (y/n) and seeing her usual dynamic with Anakin as well as her thoughts of him. Also, the next chapter will show more of what your life is like with having to maneuver between Jedi and Queen. Let me know your thoughts!💜

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