Categories > Movies > Star Wars > Passion Play

Act I

by Izzy 1 review

The two lovers first catch each other's eyes.

Category: Star Wars - Rating: R - Genres: Angst, Drama, Romance - Characters: Amidala, Anakin - Warnings: [?] - Published: 2006-06-10 - Updated: 2006-06-10 - 562 words

By the time Padme was fully in her costume, word has passed around that two special envoys of the Emperor would be in the audience. "I just hope they don't try to kill each other," Rabe commented. "It's annoying that you never know when they'll try to do that."

"I wish they weren't there at all," Padme replied, to which there wasn't much to say. They all agreed with her at least a little, though not all of them dared say it.

"Gotta go, I'm on." Of course she was. The dancers always were first onstage in an ancient Passion Play like the one they were performing tonight.

She heard the chatter of the audience die down, and the music start. She was on right after the dancers, so she left the crowd of actors who had gathered in the grove, out of the audience's sight, and moved to the edge of the arena. She would enter descending through the audience. She stood just outside the reach of the stage's lights; the dark night kept the audience from seeing her.

She could see them, however, and her eyes could not help but seek out the two envoys. They thought they were the two figures on the end of the aisle she was to come down, right in front of the stage. They wore black cloaks and hoods, and she supposed they really wouldn't be too much of a distraction, provided they kept quiet.

The prologue was over, and the dancers were hurrying out of the arena. All lights had faded, save that which illuminated her aisle.

"I have never understood the King," Padme started, stepping into the light. All eyes in the audience were on her.

"All know he is prone to such fits..." Step, step, step. She'd rehearsed it countless times, carefully timing her words and steps so she would reach the stage at the right point in the monologue.

Though all the audience looked at her, she kept her eyes focused on the stage, until she came to the front of the aisle. Then she looked down, intending to glance at the people on either side of her.

Her eyes met those of one of Emperor's envoys, who had removed his hood.

Like the eyes of all the envoys, they were an unnatural golden color, one that unsettled Padme in her soul. She couldn't look away; they were so intense. The face they were set in was burnished, hard, framed by golden hair. He looked the same way Padme felt: caught in some strange spell.

Time froze for a moment. Then nearly twenty years of professional training kicked in for Padme, and she turned away, hoping noone else had noticed anything, and finished her speech: "I know when I express my concerns to him it is all the people of this city who speak my words."

The Palo, who was the King in question, came in. She felt a little better then. Besides Palo being one of her closest friends, no longer being alone on the stage was always a relief to her.

"Princess of this city," he started as the lights came up, and most of the eyes in the arena moved from Padme to him. But Padme knew one pair had not. One pair which she thought she might feel on her for the rest of her life.
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