#rabé’ll spoil him.

[faithfulmaiden]

celebrations ought to mesmerize racing hearts full of diverse tenets, up to consume indulgent foods served on large tables, excited to ken gifts in packages, available to proffer warm��hearted speeches for beloved companions : just a delectable moment, away from obligations. sometimes, it’s bizarre to enjoy a journey devoid of political commandments or regal requests, attending mentally–draining gatherings to converse with honorable representatives in a small private room, describing the current situation &. urgent choices meant to assuage tribulations. rabé wears the habitual garnements with few symbolic designs, obsidian veil that covers brown hair &. an embroidered long mantle being carnelian, only her visage’s visible to let others recognize her identity. when the brave soldier commences to laugh, the handmaiden suspected that he might’ve reminisced a comical memory, until his next gesture has immediately shattered her professional expression, visibly grateful by this off–the–shell tenderness. ❝ thank you … ❞ she replies, enthusiastic about spoiling her family with a present : inestimable garments that accentuate somebody’s pulchritude, two patterned stygian cloaks with two military outfits, long scarlet velvet foulards that can be used as scarfs, two pairs of leather gloves &. this dark purple floor–length mantle ( with fur trim &. large sleeves with criss-crossed drapa bindings ) that shields the body from wrists to ankles, personally fabricated by her with blaster–resistant resin for security because he’s a well–known general &. embroidered motifs ( meaningful emblems like white lilies to symbolize peace ) — all those inspired by royal paintings that expose the grandiosity of legendary heroes in critical trials such as warfares in history but also by the senator’s wardrobe. rabé covets to weave their matching outfits. ❝ this is for you, anakin. ❞ proffering those gifts right now is better, under the mistletoe, to her noble friend, family, brother.

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Anakin initially had no idea what the mistletoe meant. Padmé had explained it as a Naboo tradition from a winter holiday where people celebrated family and light and warmth and love. He'd heard of Life Day which seemed remarkably similar, and had been brought to the Jedi by the Wookiee. When he'd seen it in her office, he'd thought it was a little cheeky, but he had also been mildly amused. Who did Padmé want to kiss her in office? Another senator? Unlikely, though the idea made him chuckle. If it was for him, that means equally as bold, since her place of work was not one they frequented as a married couple. It turned out, in fact, that the woman he was to find himself beneath the mistletoe with was not his wife, nor an elderly senator, but Rabé. She was dressed as usual, her face obscured, but they'd been talking when he'd noticed, and it has brought a light laugh from his lips. She had inquired as to what he thought was funny and he simply gestured. "The mistletoe." She would know what it meant. In a brief moment of impulsivity, he leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. "Happy holidays, Rabé."