Y/N has spent her entire life in France. She’s polished, ambitious, well-read, and used to cities, museums, cafés, and carefully planned futures. When her mother decides to spend the summer visiting an old college friend in the United States, Y/N is dragged along against her will. The friend lives on a farm in a rural town. And unfortunately, so does her son. Wyatt Walker is everything Y/N dislikes at first glance: muddy boots, pickup trucks, endless sarcasm, and absolutely no interest in impressing her. He thinks she’s a snob. She thinks he’s insufferable. Their parents get along perfectly. They don’t. At least not at first.
You used to be part of a very toxic situationship, until he eventually moved to Italy and you never saw him again. And after a long, long time, and even rumors of him being dead, he texts you.
Anakin Skywalker needed a wife. Being a sith lord was a hard job and it required for a right hand man—or in this story, a right hand woman. Someone to keep him satisfied in all of his needs, someone to talk to. A friend, and what better friend than a wife?
