Memoirs · of · a · Nubian

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Sometimes i wonder if i could ever be content to live my sisters life. She went to university with the sole aim of finding a husband. i have only ever done study for my own advancement. My attitude has been that realationships are a side option in life not the center of it.
Not to say the i am discontent with my life. I am happy most of the time. It is only in these moments that my lesser self manages to briefly win over my better instincts.

Current Mood:

contemplative

He is better looking in person than in the holovids and he was extremely polite to me. At first we talked purely of politics but then he moved the conversation on to other subjects. This surprised me for why else would he seek my council? I asked him as much, his reply was this,

" Ever since that day you delivered us from the tyranny of the Trade Federation i have admired and respected you."

" Thank you, " i blushed bright red ( thank the Gods for my face paint), " But you don't respect me enough not to take my throne?"

" That is beside the point." he stood and began to pace before me, " what i mean is that i love you beyond reason! I would be honored if -"

" Enough!" I cut him off, incensed by his arrogance and presumption, " guards!"

My guards stepped forward, took him by the arms and dragged him out.

After he was removed i sat there brooding for a good hour or so. How dare he declare himself to me- the Queen! As if i was some common milkmaid. And how could he be so in love with me when he had never met me before this day? No it must be some political trick, some trap, some cruel game. Well he will not have his wish. No one upsets me without my consent.

My new handmaiden arrived today. Her name is Dorme'  Perdu
I do not know what the agency was thinking for she is a good head and shoulders taller than me.
I was tempted to turn her back but her meek and modest disposition  won me over.
Although she is useless as a bodyguard she is well trained  and has been employed in some of the  wealthiest households. She has traveled almost as much as i have. She has also been trained in self defense.
Her family is from the north and she retains a slight accent though not enough to mark her a a bumpkin. Her eldest brother in in the starfleet and both her parents are civil servants.  I think she will do very well here.

“ It is a blessing to see you alive and well your majesty!”

I am quartered in the same apartments as before. They look much the same & I am often caught in day dreams about the past.
Here is where I argued with Palpatine about the Trade Federation’s invasion. Here is where Jedi Qui- Gon Jin counselled me and over in the atrium is where little Anakin Skywalker said good bye to me although he did not know it was me at the time.

Palpatines replacement, Senator Eibhin visited me today. She was recommended to me by Palpatine and I have not had any problems with her so far. However, I do not like her. There is something creeping and toady in her carriage though she does nothing to offend outright.
I must bear with her until I can find and official reason for her dismissal. I could remove her outright but I think the public and senate would object.
I asked Palpatine about Jedi Obi-wan and his Padawan Anakin Skywalker. He informed me that at present they are away on a mission and are no scheduled to be back for at least two weeks.
I was disappointed by this. I had hoped to see my old friends. It would of made visiting the capitol worth while. As it is, I feel constrained and out of place as if the very air of the planet is toxic for ones spirits.

“ I know it doesn’t look like much but it’s carved from the Ashura tree which is now extinct.”

“ Thank you, I will always treasure it.”

I hadn’t bought a personal gift with me so on impulse I pulled a gold and Ruby broach off my gown and gave it to her.

“ Keep this to remember me by.”

“ I will.”

“ And give it to your daughter when you have one.”

She laughed, “ Indeed I will.”

I have spent most of the morning with Breha and Cornelia in the gardens. Breha is very fond of her garden she has her own plot that she maintains without any help, except that of her siblings.
She grows vegetables but also ornamental plants. She is very proud of her roses and even has one named after her. The rose garden is planted in a circular shape with a bench in the middle. Sitting in there we were almost hidden from the outside wall, for the rose bushes are high and thick.
We ate and drank and gossiped away the morning like any other group of women. Cornelia teased Breha mercilessly about Bail and the prospect of a family.

“ What would you call you’re children?” she asked.

“I suppose I would name them after mother and father, possibly grandfather too.”

“How boring,” She turned to me, “What would you call you’re children?”

I laughed, “ I don’t think I will ever have any! But I suppose I would do the same as Breha, we don’t have many naming traditions on Naboo.”

“ I would call my daughter Zoe and my son Kane.”

“ What will the father think of those names?” I asked.

She frowned, “ I don’t know since I haven’t met him yet!”

At that moment Bail Organa interrupted us and was rewarded with a torrent of giggles. He didn’t seem to mind, in fact he smiled and held out his hand to Breha.

“ Milady would you like to take a walk by the waterfall?”

Breah accepted his offer and I was left alone with her vexing sister.

Today Breha introduced me to Bail Organa.
He is a handsome, intelligent young man. Tall with broad shoulders, black hair and dark skin like Brehas.
He treated me with the respect due to my station, but unlike many was not simpering – he is no sycophant. I can easily see why Breha fell in love with him.