Tag: formal

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✫ Lady Rey as part of the Crown Prince’s welcoming delegation
Saiid Kobeisy, Spring 2017

What if… Darth Vader discovered Leia on Alderaan at a young age and reclaimed her. Raising her as his daughter and training her as secret apprentice…

She was well aware that the crown prince couldn’t keep his eyes of her, it certainly did wonders for her vanity and wasn’t the only one. She had been ten years old when Leia had found her on Jakku and for years the courtiers, the moffs and the higher ups in the military had looked down upon her. She might have the Force but in their eyes she had been nothing more than a little backwater scavenger, unworthy of their Empress’ time and attention. Since then she avoided the imperial court and the few times she was forced to accompany her mistress, Rey wore either a military uniform or her apprentice robes. She had learned however how to act like a lady of class, no matter how she might despise it. Still the fact that it was har, a little junkrat from Jakku who’d completely unintentionally seduced the Master of the Knights of the Ren, was something she would savor for years. Especially when the Court figured out who she was. She supposed she’d ignored Lord Ren enough for now and it couldn’t do any harm to endear herself to the delegation of the First Order, so makes her way.

“General,” Rey holds out her hand for the red haired general, she can’t quite remember is his name but she thinks it Hux, who takes her hand and kisses the hair above back of her hand. “welcome to Coruscant.”

“Thank you, madame.”

She smiles before turning to the crown prince and dropping into a deep curtsy in front of him. “Your Grace, it’s a pleasure to have you back home again even if it is only for a sennight.”

“Rise, my lady.” She does “It’s good to be back, my lady.”

“It certainly made your lady mother, the empress very happy.” Rey explained, well aware that Hux is studying her more carefully.“She has missed you very much.”

“You would know better then most, Lady Rey being as close to my mother your are.”

“I would never dare to claim to know the empress’ feelings.” Rey ran her hands down, smoothing non existing wrinkles. “I am after all but her lowly apprentice.”

“Her student you may be, but the empress values you.”

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✫ Padmé Naberrie at Coronet City with Anakin Skywalker and Obi -Wan Kenobi

Mireille Dagher, Sabah 17 Couture Collection 2017

What if… rather than becoming queen after serving as Princess of Theed, Padmé Naberrie volunteered for the Royal Naboo Security Forces. Becoming one of Queen Rigantona’s handmaidens after impressing Captain Quarsh Panaka with her keen mind, strong will, sharp shot with a blaster and persuasive negotiating skills. But the Blockade of Naboo still happened and the Queen, her handmaidens and staff were able to escape the Trade Federation during Fall of Theed because of the Jedi even if they were still forced to land on Tatooine due damaged hyper drive. As Queen Rigantona did not completely trust the Jedi, she ordered Padmé to accompany Qui-Gon Jinn and report his actions to her, it was here she unknowingly met her future husband in the form of young slave boy by the name of Anakin Skywalker through whom’s actions they were able to obtain a new hyper drive. For next few weeks she would take care of the boy as she promised his mother Shmi and thus got know Anakin quite well.After the victory over the Trade Federation, Padmé would continue to serve the queen as handmaiden for rest of the monarch’s term as well as a second term after Queen Rigantona was reelected. After this Padmé decided the time was ripe to go into business for herself and began working as mercenary for hire, often function as an respective client’s bodyguard, negotiator, bounty hunter and/or spy depending on the job. She however kept into contact with her fellow handmaidens and former queen, the latter being now known as Senator Eirtaé Rigantona who reached out to Padmé for help during the vote on the Military Creation Act. Which would bring her into contact with Anakin Skywalker again…

“Could you possibly wear something less distracting next time?” Master Kenobi demands, voice tinged with irritation. “Otherwise I fear I might tell the council my Padawan died because he was look an intelligence agent’s… assets.”

“It’s no more revealing then say Knight Secura’s robes,” Padmé answers innocently, grabbing a piece of fruit from the tray in front of them before settling back onto one of the many chaise on the veranda.

“It’s distracting,” he bites out. “And you know it, so whatever you are trying to do, stop it.”

“Master Kenobi how does my flirting with your Padawan harm the war effort?”

On the level bellow them Anakin performs a series of acrobatic maneuvers and Obi-Wan lets out an impatient sigh at his Padawan’s actions. Showing off for a girl simply wasn’t something a Jedi does. He knew Anakin was attached to brunette, had been from the moment he met her and that simply wasn’t the jedi way.

Shoulders hunched over in exasperation. Obi-Wan grits his teeth before speaking. “You’re a attractive young woman and I know women consider Anakin a handsome young man. I know this. But he is Jedi—”

“I am not unaware he is Jedi,” Padmé interrupts smoothly, her political training clearly visible.

Obi-wan pinches the bridge of his nose to halt the headache he feels coming. He hates dealing with politicians. “Anakin is a Jedi—”

“I know,” she says, tone innocent.

“—and as a Jedi he has to follow and live by the Jedi Code—”

“Yes, attachment is forbidden and everything,” she all but lectures, before adding. “Anakin told me.”

From the corner of his eye he notices his Padawan has removed tabard, while besides him Padmé examines the lean, sculpted lines of Anakin’s body with an appreciative hum. She daintily crosses her ankles, the split of skirt revealing more then a bit of leg. The fact she does so unconsciously bothers Obi-Wan more then he cares to admit, even to himself.

“You do know he partly does it because it annoys you,” Padmé reveals mischievously, cocking her head to the side.

He blinks, twice. Before glancing at blond before to back to the woman sitting next to him, only to repeat the action.

“That doesn’t explain why you return his attentions,” he says blankly.

“As you pointed he is very handsome,” she drawls, smirking.

“That cannot be the only reason.”

“My Vanity.” Padmé chirps, at his blank look she explains. “The Hero without Fear find me attractive, I am allow to be little bit vain about that, right.”

Obi-Wan frowns as he watches the younger woman peel a piece of fruit with vibro knife. “You flirted with him when wasn’t the famous yet,”

“As I before he is not unhandsome,” Padmé arches a elegant eyebrow, she reminds him. “Ten years ago his interest in me was cute, now it’s flattering.”

Obi-Wan has no answer to that, yet Anakin’s interesting in the brunette leaves him with unease. His Padawan cared deeply for people after all, it would take very little for him to form a attachment to Padmé Naberrie.