#futuretold

send a symbol for your muse to find mine: 🔮 - In a dream || accepting.

The day had come. That long-awaited day had come and every pair of eyes in the room was set on her.

The keeper of the ceremonial treasures was waiting ahead of her and all she could see, all she could focus in was the spear and the shield. The weapons of her first ancestors, the true symbols of her kingdom’s power and her compromise to devote her life to the wellbeing of every person that call themselves the people of Servaid’ej. But… how? She wondered. How had she got there, and how long had it passed since her visit to Vesuvia. Since the people she met there, since all the events she was just living through. Her mind couldn’t find an answer no matter how hard she tried to meet with one, and that inaction of hers had one visible consequence that she started to recognize from the whispers behind her. Discontent, insecurity. Rejection. Why was the future Queen doubting so much? What did it stop her? Where was Theorenn, the great warrior, the leader they all wanted, and why was this girl standing there in his place. The murmurs alone planted a seed that started to eat her from the inside. But this was no foreign feeling, was it? This wasn’t the very first time you question yourself under the shadow of your father, isn’t it?

The princess turns around with both fear and rage and the innate impulse to fight back anyone who dared say anything against her. But what she found was no other than the face of a friend. A girl. Padme.

“Pad- but… what are you doing here?” She didn’t mind the gasps and whispers when she went running to her side, Her hands lifting the skirt of her dress to go down the stairs until she found her. There, calm, with her, and much more real once she put her hands on her forearms and realized how much she needed the presence of a friend. “Oh heavens above, I’m so glad you are here. But- how did you? We are so far away from your home.”

She looked around. The people, her subjects, the entire scene.

“Padme you have to help me. I don’t- I don’t how I got here. I can’t remember anything. Why am I being coronated? My cousin and my father are both above me in the succession line. Where’s my father? Why can’t I remember?”