#v: senator

[peacefaithed]

❝ call me sentimental, but i worry about you. ❞

Her gaze fell to his concerned expression while the tea from her lovely, decorated Naboo teapot trickled into the equally lovely and artful teacup. "You're worried about me? I'm worried about you." She carefully handed him the filled cup and then began to pour tea into hers. "I'm not the one on the frontlines."

Obi-Wan was ever observant though and Padmé suspected he didn't even need to consult the Force to know that she was not doing too well. "I'm just stressed. Anything that happens during this war affects what happens in the Senate. Lots of impromptu gatherings, some people developing surprising political demands...It has become difficult to read both my colleagues and my competitors. War truly changes people."

Not to mention her worry for all those Jedi risking their lives out there. Especially Anakin and Obi-Wan. Especially the Jedi children. And what about the Clones? It was an ethical dilemma of major proportions and nobody in the Senate was ready to address it. Padmé raised her cup to her lips and managed a small smile. "I just want this war to be over."

[peacefaithed]

" how do you do it? you looks so put together all the time, like none of this is weighing on your shoulders. " -- gwen or cainneach, your choice!

"Thank you, I appreciate the compliment. I'll let you in on the secret." Padmé gestured for him to come closer and lowered her voice. "You need at least one handmaiden that helps you." Padmé chuckled, forever grateful that so many lovely young women had supported her over the years. Her heart still bled for the friends she made as Queen, but they all had their own lives and she adored the handmaidens she gained as Senator just as much. "I have Sabé, my best friend, taking care of these things for me. All I need to do, is to get out of bed." And that was already a struggle at times.

[pxdmenaberrie]

Chance Meeting

“You seem vaguely familiar,” Padme stated calmly. The attempts on her life had been getting more and more frequent, and by now she rarely trusted anyone she came across. The look of the purple-clad woman set the senator on edge as well, and she wanted to keep her guard up, though on the off chance she was just being paranoid she did try and be cordial as well.