Courting a commoner

Yetsune squeezes her eyes shut, bracing for the inevitable. "Please don't kill me!" she cries, her voice echoing through the cave.

Anakin remains still, glancing down on her trembling figure. A crooked smile tugs at his lips as he tosses the log aside, its dull thud breaking the thick silence. He unfastens his cloth belt as he slowly begins to close the distance between them.

Yetsune holds her breath, her eyelids clenching tighter as she feels his body pressing against hers. Her pulse races, her heart pounding wildly, like a trapped bird desperate for escape

"Ouch!" she yelps, a sharp sting flaring across her wrists.

Her eyes fly open to see Anakin already stepping back. She tries to move her hands but finds them tightly bound. Her gaze flickers to the discarded log, then back to him, confusion written across her face. It's only then that she notices his robe has fallen open, revealing the dark under-garment beneath.