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^ A photo of what all the bedrooms look like😏

(y/n) POV:

Night had fallen by now, and Alderaan had somehow become more beautiful than it was before. The stars here seemed brighter than they did back on Coruscant; everything was so different. I couldn't get past the fact that this place was much more rural and agricultural compared to Coruscant. Not that there wasn't any modern technology here, but it seems on this planet these people like to do things by hand rather than droid or machine for the most part. I was fascinated to say the least.

Aero walked me back into this room a couple of hours ago, and I've just been lounging in my bed since then. He never told me who the flowers and biscuits were for; just that he knew food was the way to win this persons heart, and the flower was sort of like the cherry on top. And for whatever reason that I have yet to know, he wasn't able to give it to this special person.

I didn't pressure him, though. He can tell me when he's ready. I felt bad at first about taking the gifts, but I also knew he would throw them away if I didn't.

It wasn't very late in the night, but the long day left me physically and mentally exhausted. I felt myself beginning to fall asleep, my eyelids dropping as I laid my head on the soft pillow below it.

But my process of falling asleep was rudely interrupted by the sound of my comlink beeping, causing me to jump on the spot.

I huffed and rubbed my eyes tiredly, bringing my wrist up to my lips, "What?" I demanded in an annoyed tone.

I heard a scoff on the other end, "Are you coming, or not?"

Right. I forgot that I promised Anakin I would try to help him sleep again. It's a good thing I have the biscuits to give me some fuel, because I'd probably just pass out again as soon as I get to his room.

And then he'd wonder how I got so tired; another reason of many that Yoda should've been the one to come with me on this mission. I wouldn't have to sneak around and lie about my identity, and he knows perfectly well that Anakin is a nosy, stubborn pest. Yoda could protect me just as well as Anakin, so I truly don't understand why it had to be him that came with me.

I let out a dry chuckle and squinted my eyes as they adjusted to the lights in my room that I was too tired to turn off earlier, "Impatient, are we?"

"No, it seems you're the one that's forgotten the concept of time." He replied sharply.

I furrowed my brows confusedly and checked the time, realizing that it was way later in the night than I originally thought. Maybe I actually did fall asleep just now? I opened my mouth to retort back but nothing came out because I knew he was right, and couldn't think of a witty argument.

When I didn't respond, he let out a brief chuckle that was barely audible, "So I ask again, are you coming?"

I sighed as I got up off of the bed and trudged over to the door, "Well don't get too excited." I muttered sarcastically and shut the comlink off before he could respond.

On the way over to his room, I had to quickly come up with a story for him since I didn't think of one, seeing as I forgot about this. The story about me—literally—from last night seemed to ease his nightmares, so maybe I'll go for that approach again.

This time aim actually interested to see what his mood will be like tomorrow, assuming he won't wake up extra early to install more heaters for me.

Honestly, this guy is an enigma. I don't think I'll ever figure him out.

His room wasn't too far from mine; it was in the same hallway and only a few doors down. I realized then, that this would be the first time ever that we didn't share a room. That's weird. I mean I'm not complaining, but it's definitely going to be....different.

I looked at the door handle for a moment in confusion, and then remembered that that's how doors are here. Back home, we opened them with a keypad on the wall, so this was something I'd definitely have to get used to.

I opened the large, heavy door, and walked inside before letting it close behind me. His room was identical to mine, which I thought was interesting. I stood in the doorframe for a moment as I took in the view in front of me, wondering how the architects got the rooms to be so symmetrical.

"Are you just going to stand there all night?" Anakin's bored voice brought me out of the trance I was in.

I didn't even notice him in the room because of how vivid the colors were to my eyes. I was still adjusting to the bright lights after I fell asleep earlier. He was laying on his bed on his back, his normal arm was rested over his stomach while his robotic arm was rested on his forehead. He wasn't even looking at me, he was looking up at the ceiling, or somewhere in that general direction.

"I could stand here all night." I shrugged, "Or I could just leave." I wasn't actually going to, but I turned around and went to grab the door handle to pretend like I was leaving.

"Or I could just do this." I heard Anakin from behind me. I was confused at first until I tried moving the door handle, and suddenly it wouldn't move at all. He had locked the door with the force.

I turned back towards him and eyed him in disbelief, while he was looking at me this time and held an amused smirk as he laid back with his hands behind his head.

I wondered how many things in the room I could throw at him.

I clenched my fists at my sides and closed my eyes as I sighed, then opened them slowly as I tried to remain calm. It's too late in the night for one of our death matches.

I stammered as I used my half-asleep brain to think of a response, "You can't just keep me in here." I protested.

He wouldn't actually do that, would he?

His eyebrow rose from where he laid, "I guess not. But it's either this, or I'll make you run laps around the palace at dawn." He shrugged nonchalantly.

My jaw practically dropped to the floor; is he being serious? I'm all for exercise, but running laps at dawn just because I wouldn't read him bedtime stories seems exceptionally petty.

And that's saying something, coming from me.

But then a thought came to my head, and I remembered my conversation with him this morning. I placed my hands on my hips and sauntered over to the long seat at the edge of his bed, "You know what, I think you're just afraid that I won't want to continue this." Now I was smirking at him.

Anakin's eyes narrowed, he sat up against the headboard of the bed, "I'm not afraid."

I laughed and shook my head, "That's not what it seemed like this morning."

He glared at me but didn't say anything else, and I knew I had won this round. He should know by now that two can play at this game, but of course, I play it better.

"Just. Sit. Down." He commanded while still glaring at me. He then laid back down and rested his metal arm over his eyes.

I giggled at my victory and how easily he gave up. Anakin loves winning arguments but sometimes he forgets to use his last living brain cell to actually think through his argument.

I pulled the cushioned bench-like thing to the side of his bed, since I figured that he still wouldn't let me sit on his bed. As I sat down, I felt the bag of biscuits jiggle in my large pockets. The bag made a crinkling noise too that both Anakin and I clearly heard.

He blinked a couple of times at me, and then looked down to my pockets, "What's that?"

I let out a chuckle through my nose and softly patted my pocket that the biscuits were in, "Oh you know, it's the cure for asshole-itis. I know you have a pretty serious case of it, so I picked up some medicine for you." I fake smiled cheerfully.

He glared at me once again, "Hilarious." He spoke sarcastically as he used the force to bring the biscuits out of my pocket and into his hand. He tilted his head as he studied the bag for a moment, and when he seemed to figure out what it was, he gave me an offended look, "Don't tell me you were planning on keeping these all for yourself."

This made me genuinely laugh, because the thought of the whole bag being empty before he could get a single biscuit came to mind. I wouldn't have done that. At least not today.

This time I used the force to bring the bag back into my hands, and I took a biscuit out. I popped it into my mouth; it was cold but that didn't make it taste any worse than how I assumed it did when it was hot. "I suppose I could share my precious biscuits." I joked as I tossed the bag back to him so it landed on his chest.

He smiled and took one out of the bag, "Watch this." He threw the biscuit high in the air with a spin, making it flip multiple times as it ascended upwards. As it came down, he closed his eyes and somehow managed to make it land right in his mouth without moving or using the force.

I'll admit, that was pretty impressive. He looked back at me, and his lips twisted into a cocky smirk as he was eating the biscuit.

"Show off." I scoffed, which caused both of us to chuckle. But since he was still chewing the whole biscuit, he began choking on it right after he tried to laugh. He reached for his throat as his eyes widened, and he was making animal-like sounds while trying to swallow the rest of it. I don't know what this says about me as a person, but I instantly started laughing so hard that my lungs were burning.

I reached over to the dresser beside his bed to hand him a water bottle that was conveniently placed there. He ripped it out of my grip and began chugging practically the whole bottle in one go. He was breathing heavily and coughing by the time he was done, and I was still cackling obnoxiously in my seat.

My night just got a whole lot better.

"Glad to know you're taking so much delight in my pain." Anakin's voice was scratchy as he got the last of his coughs out.

A tear fell out from under my eye because of my laughter, and I wiped it away with the knuckle of my index finger, "Me too. I don't think I've ever laughed that much." Now that I thought about it, I haven't laughed like that ever.

Anakin rolled his eyes and laid back down once more. He closed his eyes and placed his hands back behind his head, "What's the story tonight?"

After I recomposed myself, I crossed one of my legs over the other and sat up straighter. "Actually, before we get to that, I have a question."

He sighed and kept his eyes closed, "Of course you do. What is it?" He asked flatly.

I couldn't conceal the teasing smile that rose to my lips, "If you hate me so much, then why did you wake up early this morning to put heaters in the ship for me? I know you didn't have a nightmare, so you can't use that excuse."

I recently learned that the main reason he wakes up so early is because his nightmares keep him up, and he can't fall back asleep. But since he told me that my story helped him last night, I know a nightmare isn't what got him up this morning.

His eyes opened slowly. He didn't look at me at first, he just stared up at nothing. I waited awkwardly in silence for his response and was beginning to wonder if he even heard my question.

But then as he kept his arms behind his head, he turned it towards me, and I recognized that arrogant expression, "I get cold sometimes too." He shrugged and laid his head back flat on the pillow, closing his eyes once more.

I blinked at his response; that's it?

But then I shook off my surprise. I shouldn't even be shocked, of course he would do something like that for his own benefit. I don't know why I thought for a moment that he might've actually done something nice for me. It's always the same cycle of spite and indifference with the two of us, I shouldn't expect that to change.

And why should I care? This is typical of him, I'm used to it. But it still doesn't change the fact that a part of me hoped he did something nice for me.

"Was the story from last night good?" I asked, changing the subject and pushing his weirdness out of my head. If he's fine with it, then I'll continue with The Lost Queen category.

He nodded, "It was pretty corny but it helped me sleep better, so I'll give you that." He then suddenly opened his eyes, looking curiously at me, "Did you choose that story because you knew we were coming here?" He asked.

That's not why I chose it; I told him a story about myself the first time because I wanted to know what his theories were. But I'll agree with his assumption, because it's easier than trying to explain the truth of why I chose that specific story.

I nodded, "Yep. I figured it was appropriate for this occasion."

Anakin told me that he wanted to hear a more adventurous story tonight. And almost instantly, I thought of another crazy theory about myself that I had heard at some point a couple years back. I think I heard it from another Padawan. Basically, the theory was that I had gone to live underwater with the Gungan species and then somehow disguised myself as one of them, which I don't know how that would work since I can't breathe underwater.

But anyways; the story consisted of moments where my character fought various underwater creatures with the Gungans, and that was basically the whole story up until the end. It ended with my character going on a long journey—still underwater—to find an ancient sword that could be used to destroy the last dangerous sea monster. Once again, I can't see any of this logically happening, but the story itself is still pretty cool.

I wasn't sure how late it was at this point, but it was definitely past the curfew that Yoda gave me this morning. Was that really this morning? This day seemed like it lasted forever. And I don't mean that in a negative way, it's just that a lot happened, and it feels like it's been multiple days.

I looked down to see Anakin's metal arm over his stomach, while the other was over his eyes. He was breathing softly, so I took that as a sign that he had fallen asleep. I'm genuinely surprised that this system we created is working so well. To think, all it took for his nightmares to stop was listening to a bedtime story.

Exhausted, I forced myself to stand up from where I was sitting so that I wouldn't fall asleep in here. I'm hoping that doesn't happen, Anakin would be pissed.

My footsteps felt heavy while I dragged them across the marble floor, and I slowly trudged back to my room.

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I woke up to the sound of rapid knocking on my door. My eyes shot open and I sat up to look around. At first my surroundings confused me until I remembered all the events that took place yesterday. Even though the lights were off, the sun shone so bright through my windows that I didn't even need to turn them on. Because of all the blue curtains and sheets, the rays of light that bounced off the walls were tinted blue as well.

I slept really well last night, these beds are way comfier than the ones at the Temple.

The knocking returned once more and I groaned, thinking it was Anakin. I laid back down, "I'm not running laps, Anakin." I spoke loudly so he would hear me through the door.

The door then opened, but I didn't look over in the direction of it. I kept my eyes closed while I began rubbing the sleep out of them.

"Your Master makes you run laps?" I heard a different voice ask.

I stopped rubbing my eyes and sat up, smiling at my sister who was now standing by my bed, "Yes, he does. Another one of the many ways he loves to make my life harder."

Avery laughed and straightened out her blue dress as she sat at the edge of the bed, "Imagine telling a Queen to run laps." She rolled her eyes jokingly.

I scoffed as I remembered all the times that I actually did have to run laps at the Temple, "Yeah you'd think. But hopefully he'll be more laid back today." I sighed.

She patted my shin, "Hey, you have me this time. If he's showing any signs of asshole-itis, then I'll gladly make him run laps around the palace." She smirked mischievously.

I laughed at her unapologetic boldness. I got the 'asshole-itis' phrase from her about a year ago during one of our calls, where she was ranting about some Republic Senator guy that visited Alderaan for 'political reasons' and resided at the palace. Apparently, the real reason he was there was because he wanted to find reasons to have the palace destroyed and rebuilt into a whole new empire. Fun times.

Speaking of guys, my eyes widened and I gently slapped her hand, "Oh yeah, who's the boy? From yesterday, when you said you would tell me."

She rose her eyebrows and looked back to the door as if she was worried someone was listening, and then turned back to me, "Okay, I'll tell you but you can't talk to Mom about this. I'm planning on telling her....eventually." She shrugged, and I chuckled.

"That's fine, just tell me already." I giggled and intertwined our fingers. This was our first real sister bonding moment and I wanted to make the most of it.

"Well," She laid over the bed on her side and rested on her elbow, then lowered her voice, "It's a secret, and you're the first person I'm telling, but....I'm dating Luca, my royal guard."

My eyes widened and I squealed quietly, "Your guard? How scandalous." I teased.

I had no idea that was who she was seeing. I mean, I don't actually know Luca. I never really got to meet him yesterday since he took Anakin in the other direction from Aero and I.

Avery brought her hands to her cheeks, probably to hide the blush that was appearing, "I know, I'm all for going against tradition but I'm genuinely worried about what Mom will say." She gave me a pleading look, silently asking for advice.

I nodded and thought about this situation realistically; I truthfully don't know how our Mom will react, but I wouldn't be surprised if she asked Avery to call it off with Luca.

"Uh honestly, I'd expect her reaction to go either way if I were you. I don't think she'd force you to do anything you didn't want to do, though. If she's not okay with it, then maybe come up with an argument for why she should be?" I suggested.

She sighed dramatically and flopped down on her back, "Maybe. It's too early in the morning for life to be this complicated." She massaged her temples.

I rose an eyebrow, "Early?" I looked out the window more closely now that my eyes were adjusted to my surroundings, and I realized that the sun was only halfway over the horizon. I wouldn't have guessed it was barely passed dawn, because of how bright it was outside.

"Why did you get me up so early?" I whined and threw a pillow at her.

She grabbed it and put it under her head, then looked back to me with an innocent smile, "The early bird gets the worm."

I scoffed in disbelief and laid back down, "Not you too....The last thing I need is two Anakin's." I groaned.

She laughed and got off the bed, shaking my legs, "Come on sleepyhead, we've got a palace to search."

That's right. Today we would all be looking through the rooms for any bombs or weapons that shouldn't be there. It'll also technically be my first real Queen-ish job while I'm here.

Avery walked over to