She’s mine

Vanya steals a glance at Anakin through the bronze mirror as she combs his hair. He's usually composed, but this morning he seems deeply unsettled. Even Yisu, who is rarely silent, has barely spoken. 

She opens her mouth to ask, but before she can, Lady Leya enters into the room.

"My lady," Vanya and Yisu greet, bowing slightly.

Lady Leya nods curtly, her eyes immediately seeking Anakin. She moves to his side, a soft crease of worry on her brow.

"You returned late yesterday and now leave early again. Are court matters so pressing?" she asks, her tone laced with concern.

Anakin offers a nod, his expression distant. His mind is elsewhere, too tangled in his thoughts to spare a reply.

Vanya finishes combing his hair and reaches for the plain black ring crown he's selected, but Lady Leya stops her with a gentle touch. "Use this instead," she says, selecting a gold crown from the set on the table. "The other is too plain."