The betrayal 1

The evening has slipped away, but instead of finding sleep, Lady Leya sits perched at the edge of her bed, face buried in her palms. The soft glow of candlelight flickers across the room, casting dancing shadows on the walls.

The burden of guilt lingers is heavy in her heart, she shouldn't have been so terrified of him, like he is a monster. The memory of her own fear-stricken face reflected in Anakin's eyes haunts her.

Lady Leya's fingers brush against the tender skin of her bruised neck. The pain is still there but it's the pain in her heart that truly hurts her. She replays the scene over and over in her mind, wishing desperately that she could change her reaction, take away the hurt she saw in Anakin's eyes.

A gentle call disrupts her spiraling thoughts. "My Lady?" The door creaks open, and Aina enters the room, bearing a wooden tray in her hands.