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𝕮𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗡 ━━ 𝘽𝙊𝙍𝙉 𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈 𝙈𝙔𝙏𝙃𝙎
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━━ 𝘊𝘙𝘠𝘓𝘓𝘌𝘚 𝟸𝟹 𝙱𝙱𝚈
The wind rustles the dry leaves spread on the palace garden's sandstone-paved paths as three pairs of boots walk softly upon them. The shadows cast by the reddish evening sun are eerie and long in this deserted garden, but Anakin, Selyn and Cleodys have decided to meet here nonetheless in order to discuss Cleodys' meeting with the queen and her advisors yesterday.
They pass flowerbeds filled with gnarly trees that carry thick leaves and colourful blossoms. Various cacti form mesmerizing patterns and a nearby fountain murmurs faintly. Finally, they find a little stone bench to sit on and Cleodys carefully ensures that no one is around.
Selyn is all too aware of Anakin's presence and its obvious effect on her. They haven't seen each other since yesterday evening, she has been more than relieved that her guard duty was with Cleodys today. She doubts that she would have been able to face Anakin on her own again.
It had taken exactly Cleodys five minutes to notice that something was wrong, despite Selyn's desperate, but futile attempt to appear composed.
She had taken her younger sister aside in a quieter alleyway.
