A Page From A Diary

It's official, I'm a newlywed.

Who would've ever believed that the former Queen of Naboo and the current Senator Amidala, upstanding citizen and crusader for all that is right, would fall madly in love with a Jedi Padawan learner? Then go off and elope with him? I wouldn't have believed it myself a month ago. Now here I am, scribbling in my datapad as my new husband lies beside me, fast asleep with a slight smile on his gorgeous full lips.

I'm risking everything to be with him just as he is risking everything to be with me. He could be expelled from the Jedi Order, his dreams of Knighthood dashed. I face scandal and political ruin. I'm going to have to get used to keeping secrets from everyone: my colleagues, my constituents, the Queen, the entire Jedi Order, my entourage, and even my own family. It's going to be so hard for me, and I'm a politician! Most people would wonder why I would lay it all on the line for a man. Even one as hot as Anakin.

But how do you explain love? He's my soulmate, the other half of my heart. It took an assassination attempt, a few hyperspace hops, tragedy, capture, and a near execution for me to admit it, but there you go. I don't care if they throw me and Anakin into a Gundark pit at dawn for our sins; it's better than imagining the rest of my life without him. It's because whatever we are apart, we're even stronger and better together.

Besides, I've never met anyone as intriguing as Anakin. So much of my time is spent with egomaniacal politicians and people who mean well, but treat me like a porcelain doll on a pedestal. Let's not forget the slew of enemies either. But Anakin is more alive than anyone I've known. He's a tempestuous combination of passion and mystery. He's heroic, brave, and bristling with this energy I can't really explain. But he still needs to be loved and when he loves you, he does it--like he does everything--with his entire being. He thinks with his heart. The Jedi seem to think a whole lot of meditation makes up for affection, but it doesn't.

I must admit that not only do I admire his tenacity, I find it utterly refreshing that he sees me not as a title, but as a woman. He brought out my inner "Cosmicpolitan" girl. Speaking of which, their trashy articles came in handy just now. I jokingly asked Ani if he'd had any of those kinds of dreams about me. He took my hand, kissed it, and with the warmest look in his eyes, he said the real thing was better than any dream he could ever have.

Gods, I love him.

Our droids are off doing "diagnostics" that will keep them busy for oh, a few days. Now, I'm going to sign off and wake up my man. This honeymoon has just gotten started.

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