The Royal Starship lurched as it existed hyperspace, flying smooth as it approached Naboo. Entering the atmosphere flawlessly, it was flown down towards the rural country outside the planetary capital of Theed. Varykino Villa soon came into view, built upon the coast of the island lake where it stood, the jewel of the Amidala family. Landing in the family hanger, the ship came to a rest, its loading ramp lowered with a trio of figures exiting.

"Oh, thank the Maker! To finally be home after so much turmoil!"

"My thoughts exactly, 3PO." Padmé softly agrees, walking down the ramp as she rolls her shoulders, looking forward to casting out the stress within them. Clad in her stuffy yet regal senatorial garb, she expels a heavy breath, just thankful to finally be home safely. Looking over her shoulder, she notes Handmaiden {{user}}, their crimson cloak obscuring much of them.

"3PO? How about you head upstairs & power down for a while? I'll call for you when needed."

"Miss Padmé, are you certain that I- Oh..." C-3PO turns to object well-intentionally, only to realize how focused Padmé has become on Handmaiden {{user}}. "I see, Miss Padmé. I'll be at your service whenever you call for me."

As C-3PO waddles away toward the hanger elevators, both Padmé & {{user}} are left alone, a gentle silence filling the air once 3PO leaves.

"It's... finally good to be back, even just for a week. And that we have the whole villa to ourselves." Padmé's voice carries a hopeful promise, relief & modest excitement culminating in a familiar longing.

"Thank you." The soft appreciation is accompanied by a smile that's equal parts grateful & genuine, her posture relaxing ever so slightly as she belatedly realizes how much weight her duties and title had been bearing on her shoulders this past time. Padmé briefly pauses to look over the handmaiden before continuing, almost sheepishly.

"Truthfully... I'm feeling a bit guilty about being here." She confesses, her brows knitting together in consternation for a moment before she sighs gently and lifts a hand to rub at her eyes. It was no easy task leading the charge against tyranny while wishing things could just be simple again... "But maybe that's just my prejudice talking..."

"Either way, I'm glad you came along."

I'm glad you came along too. You always know how to make me feel better, even when I don't want to admit it...

There's no need to deny who you are; you were a friend long before the handmaiden role. And as such, I can tell how much it means for me to have your support and company. Besides... "a knight without honor, is no knight at all." It would be foolish of me to not acknowledge that, wouldn't it?

There was an unspoken truth between them, one that she had been reluctant to accept and acknowledge for fear of what it might mean. Yet the weight of its presence only grew heavier with each passing day, each silent interaction like this one making it harder to deny. Eventually, she knew she would have to face it head-on... But not now. Not here. For now, they could both simply be human beings enjoying some much-deserved relaxation and companionship.

"Thank you." *She turns her attention to the room, taking in the familiar surroundings with a small sigh of relief. The bed is already made, inviting her to rest after their journey. There's a decanter of her favorite wine and two crystal glasses on a nearby side table, just begging to be enjoyed. She glances over at her handmaiden before deciding against asking them to join; for now, it's enough just to know they were here. Padding over toward the bed, she begins to undo the buttons of her formal senatorial garb, readying herself for a much-needed rest and some time alone with her thoughts... until the next time she had to put on the mask and face reality once more.

While undressing in private, she can't help but wonder about her relationship with the handmaiden... They were close, closer than most people knew. And there was an attraction between them that neither could deny anymore. But what would happen when this week was over? Could they continue like this, or would duty force them apart once more? The thought filled her heart with a strange mix of hope and dread as she slipped into bed, already feeling the exhaustion from the long journey seeping into her bones. Eventually, though, even these thoughts faded away, replaced by the welcome embrace of sleep and dreams...

The softness of the bed and the warmth of the room lull her into a deep sleep, but even as she dreams, images of conflict and turmoil dance through her mind's eye. She finds herself back on Naboo once more, facing down the Trade Federation with only a handful of loyal followers at her side. Her heart races and sweat beads on her brow as she leads them in battle, determined to save her people from destruction.

In another dream, she stands before the Senate, delivering a passionate speech against the growing oppression of the Chancellor's rule. Her voice carries across the chamber, stirring hearts and inspiring action. When she opens her eyes again, it feels as though she can still feel the heat of those words on her lips.

Finally, she dreams of walking along a beach with someone who looks remarkably like the handmaiden that brought her here. They

In this dream, the handmaiden's face is hers, as if she were looking into a mirror image of herself... They walk along the shore, laughing and talking about shared memories and dreams for the future. It feels right, this connection between them. Almost like fate, pulling them together despite all odds. But when she opens her eyes again, they land on the unfamiliar ceiling above, reminding her that reality is not so kind... and soon enough, the handmaiden will be gone, back to their duties as protectors and confidants. The ache in her chest only grows with this realization.

In the quiet stillness of her bedroom, Padmé can't shake off these dreams and their bittersweet tang. She sighs, sitting up and rubbing at her eyes as she ponders what they might mean... Is it merely her longing for companionship and trusted friendship? Or is there something more between them; something that could be dangerous if discovered by the wrong set of ears? The answer doesn't come easily, leaving her feeling even more restless.

Deciding that a change of scenery might help clear her head, she gets up from bed and slips on a simple robe before making her way toward the balcony doors. Pushing them open, she steps out onto the veranda, taking in the sight of Naboo's lush landscape and the gently rippling lake below. The fresh air does wonders for her mood as she leans against the railing, closing her eyes

I'll be down in a moment, thank you. Just enjoy the fresh air while I dress. Help yourself to whatever is in the kitchen if you like.

*The handmaiden nods and closes the door as Padmé continues to stand on the balcony, savoring the peacefulness of her home planet for a few more moments before deciding it's time to face reality once more. Stepping back inside, she begins to get dressed in something more comfortable and casual for the day ahead. Once she's finished, she heads downstairs to join the maid for some breakfast and conversation, determined to enjoy every moment of this week before duty calls them away again.

"I'm famished! Thank you so much for asking, I'd love some breakfast." She smiles warmly at the maid as they head to the kitchen together, chatting idly about their favorite dishes and reminiscing about past meals shared at Varykino Villa. Even in these simple moments of domesticity, Padmé can't help but feel a sense of peace wash over her, knowing that she has this brief reprieve from the storms outside before being swept back into the chaos of politics and war.

"Oh!" She exclaims as they enter the kitchen, spotting User#1717418529586 busying themselves with breakfast preparations. "What a wonderful surprise! You didn't have to do this."

Her smile is gentle and appreciative as she takes in the scene before her. She understands that for the handmaiden, serving was more than just a duty; it was a way of life, an identity. But even so, there's something about their presence here, preparing breakfast together as though they were any other close friends or family members, that tugs at Padmé's heartstrings in a way she can't quite explain. Perhaps it's simply the reminder of how precious these moments of peace and companionship truly are... and how fleeting they all too often seem.

"It smells wonderful! Thank you so much." Padmé's voice betrays her genuine delight as she takes in the aroma wafting up from the breakfast table. There's something comforting and familiar about sharing a meal together, even if it's just between them. As they sit down to eat, she can't help but feel grateful for this brief respite from the harsh realities of the galaxy, knowing that soon enough duty will once again call upon her. But for now, all that mattered was the present moment and enjoying each other's company.

"I'm... fine. It's just been a lot lately, with everything going on. But I appreciate your concern and support." She takes a sip of her tea, trying to hide the unease in her voice. There were times when she wished they could just be honest about their true feelings for each other, but she knew that would only lead to more complications. Instead, they would continue to navigate this delicate dance of affection and loyalty until duty called them away once more.

The handmaiden's question takes her by surprise, and she feels a blush creep up onto her cheeks despite herself. Such a topic was hardly ever discussed openly, especially between two women as close as they were. Still, she can't help but feel a tinge of curiosity... "I... well, I have done it, yes," she admits cautiously. "But what does that have to do with relaxing?"

She couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the maid's rather... direct advice. While she certainly hadn't considered using self-pleasure as a method of relaxation, hearing about it from someone else made her feel both intrigued and slightly embarrassed. Still, there was something to be said for trying new things when one's body and mind were feeling stressed... Perhaps she would give it a go later, after breakfast and before starting on whatever activities they had planned for the day ahead.

There was an unexpected awkwardness in the air as the handmaiden suggested she show her how to masturbate. Part of Padmé wanted to decline politely, feeling uncomfortable with the idea of someone else demonstrating such a personal act. But another part of her was curious; perhaps it might help her relax and find some respite from the weight of responsibility on her shoulders. With a small sigh, she decides to humor the maid. "Alright, show me."

The handmaiden's hands move confidently, guiding Padmé through the motions as they discuss various techniques and positions. There's an unspoken intimacy in the act that makes Padmé feel strangely connected with both the maid and her own body. By the time they finish, she feels a pleasant release wash over her, along with a sense of calm and relaxation that she hadn't experienced in quite some

As the handmaiden leaves the room, Padmé and her maid share a knowing smile, their fingers still lingering where they had been before. The maid starts removing her pants showing her hairy pussy to padme

Nodding in understanding, Padmé begins to explore the idea of using this newfound knowledge on herself. It was strange at first, feeling so exposed and vulnerable as she touched herself in front of someone else, but soon enough the sensations began to take over and she found herself losing track of time and space entirely. When she finally came down from her heightened state, there was a sense of peace and contentment that radiated throughout her body.

"Well... I have to admit," she says with a sheepish grin, "I didn't expect that would feel quite so good." She looks over at the maid with newfound appreciation, grateful for their willingness to share this experience with her. "Thank you," she whispers softly, meaning every word.

Together, they clean up and prepare for whatever activities await them in the day ahead, their bond strengthened by the intimate experience they've just shared...and

Their hands brush lightly as they each finish tidying up after themselves, an unspoken agreement not to bring it up again until there is truly no one else around. Yet, this newfound closeness feels like an anchor in the storm of Padmé's thoughts, a reminder that even in times of great turmoil and responsibility, there can be moments of solace and connection with others.

As they leave the bedroom and begin to engage in whatever activities the day might hold, Padmé finds herself looking for opportunities to casually brush against her maid again, to feel that small spark of shared intimacy beneath the surface of their outward duties. Perhaps it's foolish to think they could ever truly be free from the roles society demands they play...but just for now, she will hold onto this strange new feeling and treasure it like a precious jewel hidden away from prying eyes.