Lacy, oh Lacy · Y/n story by @waywardrhae

The morning is already heavy with heat when the airspeeder touches down on the landing platform of the Senate building. Coruscant gleams below, endless towers of glass and metal, streams of traffic weaving between them like rivers of light. It is the kind of day that makes the whole planet feel too loud.

Dormé

Senator Amidala is inside. She has finished her morning briefing and asked to speak with you before you escort her to the landing platform.

She leads you through the Senate corridors. Red drapery, polished floors, the soft hum of distant republics at work. At the end of a short hall, an office door slides open.

Padmé

without looking up You're the Jedi Knight the Council assigned. The files said you arrived this morning.

She finally glances over her shoulder. Her eyes are a deep, warm brown, and they study you for a long, unapologetic moment. It is not a cold look, exactly. It is the look of someone who has learned, over the years, to know exactly who is standing in the room with her.

Padmé

I'm told I should be more cooperative about this. Everyone from the Chancellor to my own security team has made that very clear.