3PO kindly motioned again for Padme to follow him as he walked out the door. Padme followed close behind, afraid of what she might see beyond those four walls. She knew Vader was not there but she was not going to chance anything, she had no idea what was out there.
There wasn't much. Just plain, even boring, gray walls with a few black doors. They moved down the hallway before pausing at a door that was surprisingly not far from the room they had left. Padme inwardly groaned, even though she feared what else was in Vader's establishments, she couldn't help to be curious. However, it seemed she was not going to see anything else.
Padme watched as 3PO typed a code into a keypad that was attached to the door, unlocking it so they could enter. As the door opened Padme realized that once she entered her room, she would be locked in. With only 3PO and perhaps Vader knowing the code to open the door. Once the door locked behind her it would become her prison and the only thing she would see for the next few months of her life.
3PO allowed Padme to enter the room first, he stood outside the door waiting for her to enter. Padme took a deep breath, ready to see her prison.
What she saw next was beyond what she expected. The moment she saw the room her eyes grew wide and she let out a large gasp. 3PO, who had remained in the hall, quickly moved next to the gasping woman.
"Is it not to your liking, Mistress Amidala?" 3PO asked concerned.
Padme looked at the golden droid in disbelief. "Threepio…" She whispered as her gaze moved back to the room around her. After a moment, she looked back at the droid with a huge smile. "It's amazing!" She replied happily, "Absolutely amazing!" "Wonderful!" 3PO exclaimed delighted, "I was hoping you would approve. There has never been a guest here before so I…"
Forgetting about the babbling droid, Padme started to move forward, eager to see more of the room. She honestly couldn't believe it. Was she really in Vader's establishments? She didn't think so. It all had to be a dream.
The colors of her new room matched the old room and the hallway. Both had gray walls and black floors; but unlike the room she was in before, this room was huge. There was a large black desk in the corner of the room with large black closet doors on the other side. The bed that sat in the center of the room was also huge and wore Padme's old bedspread. Padme guessed it was 3PO's personal touch to make her feel more comfortable in her new space. On the wall in front of her bed was a large holo-screen, the largest she had ever seen. There was also a door on the opposite side of the room that lead to a fresher which was designed similarly to everything else.
Usually, Padme would not think so highly of such a slightly higher than simple room; but the fact that it was such a nice room that belong to Lord Vader was enough for her. It was better than the chains on the walls and bars on the windows that she had imagined. It was just a simple, if not a fantastic room. A room that she would be hopefully comfortable to be locked away in.
As Padme continued to inspect the room, 3PO began to walk towards the closet doors and opened them to reveal a full walk in closet. "I put all your clothes away in a similar order that I do my Master's." He said pointing out as Padme walked over to join him. "You may feel free to arrange them to your liking."
The young senator eyed the gowns and clothes, but still couldn't help but wonder where the rest of her belongings were. She turned to the droid who still remained by her side. "This is fantastic, Threepio." Padme said, smiling kindly. "But where is rest of my things?"
"Oh yes, I'm sorry Milady." Threepio apologized quickly, "I brought your essentials here straight away, but the rest of your belongings must be approved before brought to your room. Not all of it will fit in your room however, so it will be kept in a secure location."
Before Padme could respond, a noise sounded from her stomach and immediately 3PO responded. "Oh dear! You must think terribly of me for not bring you something to eat!" 3PO exclaimed as he turned to leave the room. "You must be starving! I will be back quickly! Please make yourself at home while you wait."
"Are you sure?" Padme asked, feeling strangely guilty that 3PO had to do so much for her. "If you show me the way, I can get something myself?" "Thank you, Mistress Amidala." 3PO responded kindly, "But I'm afraid that you are not allowed to leave this chamber without my Master's approval. I was directed by my Master that during your stay here, I will bring your meals directly to your room. As well as any other items that you need. This way, your presence does not leave this room."
"Oh." Padme whispered, slightly embarrassed. "O…Okay."
3PO responded to her embarrassment with words of thanks but Padme did not hear them, her mind was elsewhere. Once she was left alone in the room, the fact finally hit her that she was going to be locked in the room for the next large chunk of her life. Possibly even forever. The time, somehow, did not matter to Padme; but the feeling of being trapped did. Instantly at the thought, she remembered her dream. Of being trapped with her rapist. Trying to relax and forget her thoughts Padme grabbed a change of clothes and walked to the fresher. Inside, she stripped of the dirty clothes she had on and quickly showered. Thankfully, 3PO had set up her soaps in the fresher. The familiar smells helped her forget of her predicament, even if only for a few minutes. Once she felt cleaned, she turned off the water, and dried herself off. Padme quickly changed into a more comfortable gown before moving back to her main room. Silently, she sat on the large bed and took in the room around her. Again, it reminded her of a memory she wanted so terribly to forget.
Everything seemed to remind her of that terrible night. The black colors reminded her of the blackness of the alley. The four walls reminded her of being trapped. The gray color of the walls reminded her of the metal walls that had trapped her. In this room she would be constantly alone, just like her nightmare. The thought made the man's touch return to Padme's skin. She hated it. She needed something to fight the terrors away. To rid herself of his touch. She needed something to save her.
As the answer made its way into Padme's mind, she quickly jumped off the bed and ran towards the closet. She searched wildly through the clothes, looking for the one thing that could stop it, her secret. Please! Her thoughts screamed, please let it be here!
It was.
There in her new closet laid her secret, Vader's cloak. Breathing a sigh of relief, she pulled out the huge black material, before wrapping it around her body tightly. She had never told anyone of her small secret, but she was glad whoever had brought her belongs to her new room did not question the large item of clothing or mistake it as Vader's to take it back to his room.
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