6 - Vanilla, Cinnamon, and Roses

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(a/n): I've decided to start adding some flashbacks. I'm not sure how many there will be but I hope you all like them🥰

(y/n) POV:

I woke up peacefully from the two hour nap I took after I had woken up early to call my Mom. And I say peacefully because Anakin wasn't currently in our quarters, so he couldn't yell and knock on my door at an obnoxiously loud volume like he usually does.

He truly has a gift for purposely being the most annoying Jedi in existence.

I idly threw my legs off of the side of my bed and stretched, feeling the bright sun seep onto different parts of my skin through the window. For once, I took my time getting dressed as I thought about how today would turn out. I decided that I should talk with Yoda sometime about my plans for the palace, and ask his suggestions about ways for the Jedi to help. The last time an attack on the palace occurred—when my father died—there was a whole army of soldiers tearing down our walls and firing their blasters at every living being in sight. Though I was too young to remember, the thought of having to endure something like that shook me to my core.

And despite being a Jedi, I don't often go on missions where constant danger is promised. Most Jedi don't question it, but others have outwardly assumed that Yoda is going too easy on me given that they don't know he's just making sure I'm as safe as possible.

As I noticed my bandage on my forehead in the mirror, I remembered what happened before I took my nap; did I really agree to helping my own Jedi Master sleep by telling him stories?

Of all the weird things I've done in my life, that has to at least be in the top three.

Nonetheless, I didn't want to call it quits just because it was most definitely going to be strange and uncomfortable. The main goal I have is to ebb his nightmares, which will hopefully result in him not being an ass every five seconds. That's hardly an exaggeration, too. From the moment we met, he's constantly had some sort of bone to pick with me and I was never able to figure out why. I mean, I figured that he never really wanted a Padawan to begin with, but I know it's more than that; one of the many differences between him and I is that I actually attempted to be a nice person when we first met.

Flashback (5 years ago)

I excitedly jogged down the ramp of the ship that landed just outside of the Jedi Temple, and inhaled the crisp morning air of Coruscant. Today was the day that I could finally meet my Jedi Master, Anakin Skywalker. My heart began to beat loudly against my sternum as I spotted him, next to Master Yoda and Master Windu. I haven't ever seen him in person, just in photos and holograms which only made this so much more surreal.

I've waited to become a Padawan for so long, and now it's finally happening! Nothing could ruin this moment for me.

As I approached the three Jedi who hadn't noticed me yet, I saw Master Skywalker cross his arms boredly. He turned to Yoda and began grumbling about something that I could only catch a few words of.

"....Ridiculous decision....Don't need....Slowing me down...."

I rose an eyebrow confusedly as I tried to make out what he was saying, but I wasn't close enough and his voice was too low. For now, I shrugged it off and kept walking towards them with confident strides, hoping to make a good first impression.

While the other two were still engaged in conversation, Master Windu first acknowledged my presence with an emotionless expression as I came to stand in front of the three of them, "Greetings, Padawan." He tipped his head politely, causing the other two to turn their attention to me.

I nodded back respectfully before finally veering my eyes upwards to meet a pair of blue ones that were already staring directly into mine. Startled, I hesitated from greeting him and stared back in wonder. There was something about his mere presence that made him seem so dangerous, yet so calm, if that even made sense. His gaze became uncomfortably daunting the longer his emotionless stare rested on me, and I felt my confidence beginning to shrivel.

"H-hi Master Skywalker. I'm (y/n) (y/l/n)." I responded timidly, holding my hands behind my back.

After I was done talking, his eyes left mine and instead traveled up and down the rest of my body. I stood completely still and waited for him to say something, or at least greet me back, but he didn't. His tired blue eyes rolled backwards slightly as he let out a soft sigh, turning towards Yoda again, "Do I have to do this?" He murmured, just barely audible enough for me to hear.

A disappointed pang hit my heart from his words. Why isn't he happy about this? I thought Jedi Masters loved receiving their Padawans. That's what I've been told, at least.

Yoda narrowed his old eyes and lifted his cane to whack Master Skywalker on his arse, which caused him to glare at the older Jedi and rub his behind, "Do this, you will." He commanded.

Though the after effects of disappointment still weighed on me, I giggled aloud at my father figure's unapologetic actions. I was lucky that he always had my back in any and every situation. My laughter prompted Master Skywalker to turn his attention back towards me and he shot me an ice cold glare of pure hatred; I immediately dropped my smile and gulped nervously.

I forced myself to maintain eye contact as a sign of respect, but he eventually just turned around and began walking inside of the Temple, "Whatever." He grumbled harshly, not bothering to wait for me to follow and instead leaving me there in hot embarrassment.

Flashback ends

I rolled my eyes bitterly at the memory. It was embarrassing how naive I was to think that he could be excited about me. At the same time though, it's not like I could've known he'd react that way since no one prepared me for it. I did used to be scared of him, and what he'd do if I would upset him too much, but now I'm not the same pushover I used to be. What I've learned over these last five years is that he's all talk with his threats, and that I don't have to put up with his crap.

I guess that's one good thing he's done for me; his arrogance and rudeness is ironically part of the reason that I've become more confident and haven't let myself be used as a doormat. I started to remember everything my Mom taught me about how a Queen doesn't bow before anyone, no matter how big or how small they may seem; and Anakin has been a perfect test subject for that.

I shook all thoughts of him out of my head as I put my boots on and tightened the laces; I've already wasted a good portion of my morning by thinking of him, so I should stop now before the rest of my day is ruined.

I finished getting ready by putting on a light coat of mascara, and leaving my hair down since we most likely wouldn't have a mission today. I inspected the bandage on my forehead from when it came into contact with Anakin's lightsaber; it probably got moved around in my sleep since was starting to fall off. I'd have to replace it later, though. For now I should meet with Yoda to update him about the plan being set into motion and ask for further advice.

With a sudden burst of energy, I made my way quickly over to the Council room where I could sense him and a few other people inside. Typically, it's looked down upon for a Jedi to interrupt any sort of meeting in the Council room; but Yoda knows and trusts me, so he knows that I wouldn't do it unless it was super important or if it was about my Queen life.

I didn't hesitate as I pressed the button to open the door and stepped inside. Instantly, I stopped in place as the door shut behind me. The other people in the room were Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Plo Koon. The conversation ceased as all heads turned towards me in confusion. I assumed they were thinking something along the lines of, "Did she just walk in during a meeting?"

Ignoring everyone's questioning gazes, I focused only on the old Jedi in the center, "Master Yoda," I nodded formally in front of the others, "Could I have a moment of your time?" I tilted my head slightly to the side, indicating that I wanted to talk with him in private.

In my peripheral vision, I could see Anakin's eyes narrow at my request; he probably thought I was just doing this to embarrass him since he thinks I'd have no reason to barge in here.

After a moment of consideration, Yoda nodded his head and silently walked over to me, gesturing with his cane for me to follow.

"Finish this discussion, will you?" He asked and turned his head to Plo, who nodded and moved to the spot where Yoda originally stood. Without giving anyone else a second glance, I followed Yoda out into the halls as we walked towards his quarters. "Updates, do you have?" He asked curiously, seeming to know exactly why I needed to talk to him.

I looked left and right to make sure no one else was around, and lowered my voice, "We've stationed soldiers at every vulnerable location of the palace, and we also are sending some out into the towns in case of suspicious activity."

He hums as we enter his spacious room, and I close the door for him. He then sits down on his meditation mat as he usually does, "Confident, are you?"

I was a bit taken aback by his question and sat down on the grey beanbag by the door, which I'm starting to think he had it made specifically for me, "I guess...?" I half stated, half questioned. I wasn't sure why he was asking that. "I mean, you remember what happened seventeen years ago. I just thought it would be a good idea to beat Alastair at his own game if he decides to repeat what his own father did." I said the last part lowly with a hint of bitterness; I heard all the stories about how bloody and harrowing the attack was

As if reading my mind, Yoda instantly shook his head when I finished talking, "Save your planet, pure violence will not. Outsmart him, you must."

I scoffed at how easy he made it sound, "And how am I supposed to do that?"

He suddenly began smiling at me which caused me to narrow my eyes in confusion; anytime Yoda smiles randomly, it means he's up to something.

"What's that look for?" I asked with skepticism in my tone.

He did his funny little giggle as he used the force to call over a random piece of paper into his hand, "For your plans, a mission for you, I have. A visual learner, you are."

He then used the force to levitate the paper over to me, and I opened it curiously as I was puzzled by his words. But my confusion vanished as I realized what I was looking at on the paper. It was a map of Alderaan.

My eyes widened as I continued to stare at it with a dumbfounded expression, "No way." I said breathlessly. I looked back up to Yoda as I felt tears about to spill from my eyes, "Is this for real?" I asked in a whisper.

He nodded with the same warm smile, "Go home for this, you will." He pointed to the map with his cane, "Spectate your planet's well-being in person, you must. Older, and more mature, you are. Meet your family, you will."

When he finished, I instantly shot up out of the beanbag and squealed like a little kid; this was the happiest I've ever been. Many people probably don't assume this, but living in secret as a Queen comes with the consequences of not having much freedom to the outside world. I've had to spend my life looking over my shoulder, even when I'm in the Temple. But now after all these years of waiting, I can finally see my Mom and sister in person. My heart swelled with gratitude and I felt like the luckiest person in the world.

Until now Actually going back home has always been out of the question, since I've been instructed to stay here for my safety. "But—but I thought I was supposed to stay at the Temple until I was safe from those threats?" I asked, still in shock from the fact that I was legitimately able to go home for the first time since I was born.

He shook his head once more, "Expecting this, no one will be. Live in fear, we cannot, anymore. Take action now, we must. Your chance to be Queen, this is."

His smile saddened, and I knew why. It was evident that if we defeated Alastair's kingdom, I would publicly announce my existence and return permanently to Alderaan. The thought of him missing me in my absence sent a pang into my heart; but I realized that that was part of the reason he was sending me home. Before this soon to be battle takes place, I need to be able to see my home, and actually witness what it's like for my family to lead in my place.

Ignoring the sharp pain in my chest from Yoda's gaze, I asked, "How long will I be there?" This was going to be such a fun trip, and I planned to make the best of every moment.

He nodded and perked up slightly as his ears raised more, "One week, you and Skywalker will reside." He explained nonchalantly.

Well, this was going to be a fun trip.

My excitement fell at his words and I groaned, "Really? Why him out of every other Jedi?" This would happen to me, somehow I always get stuck with him no matter how much I try to prevent it.

"The Perfect opportunity, this is, to become friends." He amusedly eyed the wilting bandage on my forehead as he spoke.

I sighed as his words made me think of Anakin's nightmares; he was right. And as much as I hate to admit it, I would definitely feel safe having Anakin there with me in case something happens during our visit. The only other problem I have to worry about is keeping him away from me when I'm discussing private matters with my family.

I rubbed my temples and chuckled drily, "Fine, but I hope you know how many headaches you'll be giving me by doing this." I grumbled indignantly. He knows full well how often Anakin causes my headaches because of some of our arguments where he's more of a smart ass than usual.

He shook his head as the amusement lingered in his green eyes, "Handle this, you can."

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After doing practically nothing for the rest of the day besides relishing in the news that I get to go home, I finally decided to put on a new bandage for my forehead as nightfall approached.

Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Plo were sent to Naboo for some sort of negotiations meeting, so they should be back relatively soon. Anytime Anakin was gone for missions, it basically meant that I had the whole day to myself to do whatever I wanted, much to his annoyance.

I left my room and began sorting through boxes and cabinets in the main room, but couldn't find anything. Thanks to Anakin, the main room looks as if it's been through an apocalypse. It's impossible to find anything in here because the concept of 'organization' is apparently foreign to him.

I groaned in frustration as I threw an empty cardboard box to the other side of the room. That was the last of his miscellaneous junk pile.

"Must he always find ways to make my life so difficult?" I muttered irritably to myself.

Though it might take a while since his quarters are also messy, I considered going in there and ransacking everything for first-aid supplies.

But then I hesitated from that thought since I knew he would say something like, "How would you feel if I caused a ruckus in your room?" And then he would probably start to invade my privacy just to tick me off.

I sighed and checked the door to our living room, and sensed the perimeter in case anyone was nearby.

Maybe I could go in and out quickly before he gets back?

I didn't want anyone to see my scar, and I didn't want to have a repeat of Anakin nursing me back to health yesterday. That whole episode was another level of weird that neither of us were ready for.

Before I could chicken out, I swiftly opened the door to his room and turned on the lights. As I suspected, it looked as if the room went thirty rounds with a tornado. I involuntarily giggled out loud at how messy it was; the only somewhat open space that consisted in these small quarters was his bed. Everything else was clothes, droid parts, papers, empty cologne bottles, more boxes, and towels. It genuinely made me laugh, imagining him tripping over his belongings and lazily adding things to the pile every day, resulting in him tripping some more.

I shook my head from those humorous thoughts and began wondering where to even start looking for first-aid supplies. The cacophony of chaos in this room suddenly made my little stealth mission significantly harder.

I eventually set my course towards the bathroom, and carefully stepped over as much of his junk as I could without moving anything too much. I had a feeling that if anything was out of place, he'd know.

His bathroom thankfully wasn't as messy, but it smelled exactly like him which made me laugh some more. The scent consisted of his signature vanilla cologne along with a hint of cinnamon and roses. For someone who tries to be so intimidating, he sure has some contradictory scents. I rolled my eyes amusedly as I searched through his cabinets, also careful not to move anything out of place. To my surprise, I found a small box of bandages in the last cabinet.

"Yes!" I whisper-yelled, pulling it out and opening it with shaking hands. I was so close to finishing this before he gets back. I hastily applied the bandage to my forehead, ensuring that it wouldn't fall off this time.

After nodding in satisfaction that it stayed on, I shoved the box back into the cabinet I took it out of. With my heart racing, I left the bathroom and tripped over one of Anakin's droid parts in my hurry.

I huffed as I landed on my hands with a harsh thud, and pushed myself back up. I began muttering indignant curses at how messy this room was and how much I hated Anakin, when as if right on cue, the front door opened and the sound of slow footsteps was gradually increasing in volume.


(a/n): I'm sorry this update took so long, this last week was so stressful and it all came at me from out of nowhere😩

I'm sorry if this one wasn't as eventful but I PROMISE the next one (when story time starts😏) will be better💕 What do you guys think of my plan for (y/n) to visit Alderaan with Anakin?

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