Taking My Leave
I'm on my way to Tatooine, to collect Luke. I should be reaching the planet in a few hours if all goes according to plan. I can't believe it has been a week since I left Naboo. These old-style fighters are so incredibly slow. I rented one from the Theed hangar and even fully fueled up it's slower than a sleeping bantha. Absolutely ridiculous. Anakin would've had a heart attack.
I can't confess to being overly ecstatic at the prospect of having Luke with us on Naboo. Not like Padme. She was stunned at first, and worried about how I might react, but once that wore off I could tell how excited she was. Bouncing around and smiling from ear to ear, I haven't seen her that happy in weeks. It's not that I'm not happy, it really isn't. I'm just concerned for the twins' safety, as I always have been. The reason I insisted they be separated was so that if the Sith were to come upon one of them, the other would presumably be safe. Granted, we are quite isolated at Varykino, but I worry. Technically I am supposed to be her bodyguard as well as her husband, so it's my job to worry. And I do. I worry, a lot.
Nevertheless, I understand why Luke needs to stay with us, at least for a little while. And so I'm going to get him. I think part of Padme wanted to come along, but the other part of her is still scared of travel, and not without cause, either. I really would rather she stay with Nandi and Teckla, anyway. I don't want what happened last time to happen now.
Oh, Padme. I miss her so much. But I'll be with her soon. I'm hoping to ditch this fighter once I reach Tatooine -- it'll be better for security purposes anyway -- and catch a quick transport out of here after I've collected Luke. We'll see.