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(Y/n)'s POV
"Oh my—this is absolutely beautiful," I exclaimed as I stepped off the ramp and into a vibrant field of flowers, as well as a few waterfalls nearby. It was one of the most breathtaking sights I had ever seen—the only one actually. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming petals, and the colors were so vivid they took my breath away. "Where are we?" I questioned, glancing at my Master, who was leaning against the ship with a warm smile that lit up his face.

"This is the meadows of Naboo," he replied. "I regret keeping you locked up in that palace for as long as I have, so I thought I'd show you the finest beauty nature has to offer in this galaxy." He pushed off the ship and made his way down the ramp toward me.

"I can't believe a place this gorgeous actually exists." Transitioning from barren sand and dull gray walls to this was like stepping into a dream. The vibrant shades of the flowers—crimson, violet, gold, blue, pink—swayed in the gentle breeze, and the greenery seemed to stretch endlessly in every direction. It felt like the first time I was truly seeing green, a color that had been absent from my life for far too long. There was so much color surrounding me that I was almost afraid to blink, fearing it might all be gone once I opened my eyes again.

"There's so much more that I want to show you, but this spot in particular is one of my favorites," he said as he reached me, placing his hands gently on my shoulders. His touch was reassuring, grounding me in this moment of beauty. "No one really explains how peaceful the Force feels in a place like this." He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear, and whispered, "There's no anger, no sadness, no emotions whatsoever—only the calmness of nature. If you close your eyes and listen, you can hear the waves crashing crashing against the waters below, feel the insects moving freely through the soil and the fish swimming through the waters. You can hear the flowers dancing in the breeze while the birds sing along with the wind."

I chuckled, "You sound like your poetry books."

He chuckled too, "Just do me that favor and close your eyes and feel it all. Don't think of anyone or anything, just feel."

I closed my eyes, allowing his words to wash over me like the gentle mist of the nearby waterfalls. The sounds he described surrounded me, creating a symphony of nature that brought me the most peace I had ever felt. I could almost feel the pulse of the earth beneath my feet, a reminder of the life that thrived all around us.

It truly was an unforgettable moment.

As I stood there, breathing in the sweet fragrance of the flowers, I suddenly heard laughter. A fleeting image danced in my mind of two people tumbling in this very field.

When I finally opened my eyes and turned to him, I recognized his face as one of the two from my brief vision. "How do you know this place?" I asked, my curiosity piqued as I watched the water from the waterfall crash into the lake, sending a light mist swirling toward us.

He hesitated for a moment, but then surprisingly replied, "My ex-wife and I visited here once, a long time ago."

I blinked, taken aback. "Ex-wife?" I had known there was someone from his past, but he had never shared much about that relationship—other than the fact that he had killed her himself.

He nodded slowly, gazing out at the field. "Yes, and I loved her... deeply."

A sharp pang of jealousy twisted in my chest. "Do you still love her?" I blurted out before I could stop myself.

He paused, as if contemplating his own thoughts, then sat down and motioned for me to sit down with him. As I settled beside him, he began, "No, which is odd because I thought my love for her would last forever; it felt that strong." He picked a yellow flower from the ground, twirling it gently between his fingers. "But when I discovered her betrayal, all that remained was anger and hatred." He met my gaze, brushing my hair behind my ear and placing the flower there.

"What do you mean she betrayed you? As in she—"

"Yes," he interrupted, understanding my unspoken question. "While I was imprisoned by the Council, my absence allowed her to grow close to someone else. I was oblivious for a time, even believing the children she was pregnant with were mine—only to find out they weren't." He let out a laugh, but it was devoid of any real humor.

"I'm so sorry," was all I could think to say. No one should ever face betrayal like that, especially not him.

He shook his head, a flicker of something dark passing through his eyes. "There's no need for that. I'm not sorry. My life turned out as it was meant to. I was never meant to be in a home with her and a child in each arm—I was meant to be here, the most powerful man alive, with you."

A smile crept onto my face, happy to see he had found some peace in it all. "I'm sorry to ask, but do you know who she was unfaithful with?"

"No, I have my suspicions, but it doesn't really matter to me now." He leaned back, letting out a sigh as he looked up at the sky and closed his eyes momentarily as he soaked up the sun, "Any more questions? Now's your chance because I won't discuss this again."

"Yes, actually," I said, eager to understand while he was willing to share. "You told me before that you killed her because you offered her the same choice you gave me, and she refused. Now you're saying she was unfaithful—which one is it?"

"Both," he answered, looking back down to meet my curious gaze. "I asked her to join me, to embrace this new power with me. But she refused and told me that I was insane, then revealed her truth. Her truth being that she had fallen in love with someone else and was carrying his children, not mine."

"What did you do after she told you that?" I asked, completely entranced in this conversation. Every time I learned something about him it was like I was watching a movie or reading a book—it was all so engaging and intense.

"I pushed her," he said slowly, a smile beginning to form on his lips, but it held no warmth. "Into the lava on Mustafar and watched her burn."

"While pregnant?"

He shrugged, "Well they weren't mine, so."

"Oh," I wondered if it was wrong that I didn't feel any pity for her. "And you felt nothing? No regret, no sadness for what you did, even after loving her so deeply?" At that moment, I wasn't sure if I was asking out of curiosity or if I secretly wanted a specific answer.

"Regret? Not at all. Sadness? Maybe just a fleeting moment," he said with a shrug as he got to his feet and extended his hand to me. "That's enough for today. Come on, we should be leaving now."

"Already?" I took his hand, and he helped me up. "But we just arrived."

"I know, and I'm sorry. I promise to bring you back here again, but I have a meeting at the Palace that I can't be late for." His voice was steady, but I could sense an urgency beneath it, a reminder that the world outside this moment was waiting for him, demanding his attention.

"What could be so important that you, the Emperor, can't afford to be late?" I wondered, seeing as he's constantly telling me that he makes his own rules and doesn't abide by anyone's time but his own.

"Just the usual political affairs and alliances. You know how it is," he answered, gesturing for me to enter the shit. With a sad sigh, I stepped inside, taking one last glance at the beautiful scene I was leaving behind.

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As soon as we landed at the Temple, I thought my Master would send me off to the room while he handled his business. So, I was taken aback when he took my hand and led me through the corridors, guiding me to a place I recognized.

The throne room was filled with about a dozen women and Rex. "What's going on?" I asked, scanning the room. The women looked at us with anxious expressions, while Rex remained calm.

"Thanks for organizing this, Rex," Anakin said with a dark chuckle, glancing down at me. "We're checking off number five."

5. Let me kill all the women you've been with.<3

"The heart was a nice touch," he whispered in my ear as he brought me closer to the throne. "Since one crazy woman already tried to take you out for being obsessed with me, it seemed wise to deal with any other possible threats. Plus, I thought this would be a great training exercise—I want to see how ruthless you can be, I want you to take the methods and madness I've instilled within you and use them."

A thrill surged within me; I had been waiting for this moment for ages. I turned to face the women, a smirk creeping onto my lips. "I must admit, I expected more," I said in a low, threatening tone, locking eyes with each of them. There were about thirteen here, which was still a decent number, but honestly, I had anticipated a full house.

Anakin shrugged beside me. "These are the only ones still breathing. You'd be surprised how many times they've gotten on my nerves." I didn't need to see him to know he was rolling his eyes.

A woman raised her hand, her voice steady yet filled with curiosity. "Why are we here?" she asked, glancing nervously around the room.

I approached her, gently cupping her face in my hands. "My Master over there believes I need some practice, and I happen to be quite a jealous woman," I whispered, my voice low. In a swift motion, I twisted her neck, and she crumpled to the floor. The other women gasped and some rushed toward the door, but Rex stepped forward and locked it, trapping them inside. "Ladies, please don't be so pathetic. Line up for me, and I might let you live," I said, though I had no intention of sparing any of them. I turned to see Vader on his throne, watching me intently. I beckoned him with a finger, and he rose to stand beside me. The remaining twelve women hesitantly formed a line, their cries echoing in the room. I looked at my Master, now standing to my left. "Take off your mask," I commanded, removing mine as well. He hesitated for a moment, then complied, revealing his face. Some of the women gasped in surprise. "Show them who you belong to," I ordered, glaring up at him. He smiled and stepped behind me, placing soft kisses on my neck as the women watched, their expressions a mix of envy and fear. He held my hips tightly, pressing against me, and I could feel his desire. "Now, tell them who you belong to," I demanded, my gaze sweeping over their faces. I recognized some of them; they were the ones who had looked at me with jealousy. They wanted to be me, they wanted him, but he was mine, and they could never have him.

He declared, "I belong to you," his voice ringing clear for all to hear. With deliberate care, he moved his hands, gliding them over every curve of my body.

A dark chuckle escaped my lips, "Do you hear that?" I hissed, peering into their thoughts. I wasn't quite skilled at it yet, but I could catch fleeting glimpses. One woman stood out among the rest; while most were gripped by fear, wondering if I would end their lives, this particular Zeltron yearned to be in my place. That thought ignited a fire within me. "You," I said, pointing directly at her, and her eyes widened in surprise. "Come here." As I extended my hand, she was pulled toward me, her throat now caught in my grip. "I can hear your little thoughts," I said, tightening my hold as she struggled to escape. Meanwhile, Vader continued touching me, his grip on me growing firmer as he moved to the other side of my neck. With a snarl, I released her and reached for my lightsaber, igniting one end. In a swift motion, I sliced it across her neck. Her head dropped first, followed by her body, and the room filled with the piercing screams of the other women.

"That was incredibly hot." He spun me around, capturing my lips in a kiss filled with desire. "Finish them quickly so we can head to my bed," he murmured against my mouth.

I pulled back, nodding obediently, "Yes, Master." I gave him one last kiss before turning to face the terrified women. "Goodbye, ladies," I said with a smile. Just then, they attempted to flee again. I rolled my eyes, "Not happening." With a flick of my wrist, I used the Force to pull one of them back, driving my blade into her back. I laughed as I let her body drop to the ground.

One by one, I took them down. I sliced some in half, both horizontally and vertically, decapitated a few, stabbed one in the chest, choked two others until they stopped moving and even ripped one in half using the force—it was easy, I hand one force hold on one arm and another on the other arm, then I just kept pulling. That left just one.

She laid on the floor, tears streaming down her face, trying to crawl away. "Please don't kill me," she sobbed, desperation in her voice. I approached her and kicked her hard in the stomach. She groaned, rolling onto her back, fear in her wide eyes.

I pressed my boot against her neck, "Beg a little more," I commanded, applying more pressure.

"Please," she cried, grasping at my boot in a futile attempt to push it away. "I'm begging you, spare me."

I let out a cold laugh, "No." I pressed down until I heard the sickening crack of her windpipe. "I feel so much better," I sighed, a sense of relief washing over me as I removed my foot. Turning, I walked back to Vader, who watched me with a burning desire in his eyes. "Was all of that to your satisfaction Master?" I asked with a smile.

"Absolutely," Ge stood and grabbed my hand, "Come with me."