organasoloskywalker:“What will you do?” Tonra asked.From her parents, that question would mean, “Wha
organasoloskywalker:“What will you do?” Tonra asked.From her parents, that question would mean, “What will you do without her?” It was a question they had been asking Sabé for years, and she never had an answer for them, because she never considered life without Padmé’s direction. From Tonra, there was more nuance. He knew what she had done in Padmé’s service, after all. He wasn’t asking what she would do without. He was asking what she would do because. He knew her too well to imagine she would do nothing.She had walked with the surviving handmaidens in the funeral procession. They had barely spoken. Their grief was deep and profound but difficult to explain to those outside their select circle. Naboo had lost a senator, a hero, a queen. They had lost the friend they had all—every one of them over the years—risked their lives for. They hadn’t taken those risks for politics or for Naboo or for the now-defunct Republic. They had taken them for Padmé, because they loved her. And now she was gone.“I’m going to find out what happened to my friend,” Sabé said. She got up and began to pace the small room. She couldn’t sit still anymore. She couldn’t stay on this paradise of a world while there were dreadful secrets for her to uncover. Cordé was dead. Versé was dead. Obi-Wan was dead. Master Billaba was dead. Anakin Skywalker was dead.Padmé Amidala Naberrie was dead, her dreams with her. -Queen’s Shadow, E.K. Johnston -- source link