Royalprotector

Moddy!!!! Hope you are feeling better! Can we please see the wedding for Royal Protector????? ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Everything was honestly a blur for
Obi-Wan on the day of his wedding to Qui-Gon.

From the very moment he opened his eyes
to gain a soft kiss from the Emperor to the moment he was sitting at
the banquet table by Qui-Gon’s side with Ahsoka to his left.

Mostly because from the second they
stepped out of bed it had been constant activity.

Obi-Wan had been swept away to another
part of the castle to ready for the ceremony, guards and Ahsoka
following his every movement with Anakin staying with his father
along with another retinue of guards because of the recent attempts
on the royal family’s life and Obi-Wan, who fair enough was about
to become part of said royal family.

He was bathed, dressed, pampered and
primped until he was ready, his golden wedding robe actually proving
to be a bit tight in the stomach area which had made him flush as a
servant went to fetch a tailor.

It had been a hasty mend to make it fit
better and Obi-Wan had been so embarrassed even as Ahsoka gently
patted his hand and told him that the baby just took a lot of space
and there was nothing to be ashamed of.

With the robe fitted, the red obi could
finally be gently wrapped around his midsection where the Jinn royal
family crest was proudly displayed and over there again the red
tabards. With his ankles swollen Obi-Wan was grateful he could wear
his normal slippers as boots would only hurt him especially since the
ceremony would require quite a bit of standing around and some
kneeling.

With his dress done and his hair pulled
into an artful bun in his neck with golden pins to keep it in place,
Obi-Wan was ready for his own wedding and was swept away to the
capitol cathedral in a carriage.

And once more everything was a blur
from the moment he was lead up the aisle by Duke Windu to Qui-Gon’s
side where Grandmaster Yoda was ready to officiate their marriage,
the wrinkled face smiling up at them.

He has a very vivid memory however of
when he was required to kneel for the consort coronet to be placed on
his head, since he had almost fallen over and Qui-Gon had to grab him
which had caused titters among the gathered crowd and Anakin had
looked like he was visibly restraining himself from hooting in
amusement.

Only Qui-Gon’s softly worried face
keeps him from feeling shameful at his little faux pas but finally
its all done and its just a short ride back to the castle where their
celebratory banquet is waiting for them.

And Obi-Wan can sit beside Qui-Gon, his
head on the others shoulder as his body gets to finally rest in a
padded chair and Qui-Gon strokes the hair that escaped the bun and
teases the baby soft hair at the nape that will never get long enough
to go into a tail or bun.

“Content my love?” Qui-Gon
questioned softly, eyeing the plate of gnawed bones that had meat
some time ago that sits in front of Obi-Wan. “Is there nothing else
you wish for?”

Humming, Obi-Wan settles a hand on
Qui-Gon’s knee with his action hidden by the table. “At this
moment? Nothing in the entire galaxy. I’m wedded to you, I am warm
and feed and the chair is padded to help me deal with the hip pain
our baby is giving me. I am well content my husband.” He murmured
then smiled wickedly when Qui-Gon shivered a bit. “Oh? You like
that? My husband?” Obi-Wan teased gently.

“I’ve waited what feels like a
decade to have you call me so.” Qui-Gon whispered into his ear. “So
yes. I like it very much… my husband.” The emperor returned the
favor, using his deep brogue to draw the word out and fill it with
warmth.

Oh, Qui-Gon was quite right, that was a
very good title.

Now all that was needed was for the
conspirators to be found and taken care of and he’d be truly happy.

Moddy!!!! Hope you are feeling better! Can we please see the wedding for Royal Protector????? ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Everything was honestly a blur for
Obi-Wan on the day of his wedding to Qui-Gon.

From the very moment he opened his eyes
to gain a soft kiss from the Emperor to the moment he was sitting at
the banquet table by Qui-Gon’s side with Ahsoka to his left.

Mostly because from the second they
stepped out of bed it had been constant activity.

Obi-Wan had been swept away to another
part of the castle to ready for the ceremony, guards and Ahsoka
following his every movement with Anakin staying with his father
along with another retinue of guards because of the recent attempts
on the royal family’s life and Obi-Wan, who fair enough was about
to become part of said royal family.

He was bathed, dressed, pampered and
primped until he was ready, his golden wedding robe actually proving
to be a bit tight in the stomach area which had made him flush as a
servant went to fetch a tailor.

It had been a hasty mend to make it fit
better and Obi-Wan had been so embarrassed even as Ahsoka gently
patted his hand and told him that the baby just took a lot of space
and there was nothing to be ashamed of.

With the robe fitted, the red obi could
finally be gently wrapped around his midsection where the Jinn royal
family crest was proudly displayed and over there again the red
tabards. With his ankles swollen Obi-Wan was grateful he could wear
his normal slippers as boots would only hurt him especially since the
ceremony would require quite a bit of standing around and some
kneeling.

With his dress done and his hair pulled
into an artful bun in his neck with golden pins to keep it in place,
Obi-Wan was ready for his own wedding and was swept away to the
capitol cathedral in a carriage.

And once more everything was a blur
from the moment he was lead up the aisle by Duke Windu to Qui-Gon’s
side where Grandmaster Yoda was ready to officiate their marriage,
the wrinkled face smiling up at them.

He has a very vivid memory however of
when he was required to kneel for the consort coronet to be placed on
his head, since he had almost fallen over and Qui-Gon had to grab him
which had caused titters among the gathered crowd and Anakin had
looked like he was visibly restraining himself from hooting in
amusement.

Only Qui-Gon’s softly worried face
keeps him from feeling shameful at his little faux pas but finally
its all done and its just a short ride back to the castle where their
celebratory banquet is waiting for them.

And Obi-Wan can sit beside Qui-Gon, his
head on the others shoulder as his body gets to finally rest in a
padded chair and Qui-Gon strokes the hair that escaped the bun and
teases the baby soft hair at the nape that will never get long enough
to go into a tail or bun.

“Content my love?” Qui-Gon
questioned softly, eyeing the plate of gnawed bones that had meat
some time ago that sits in front of Obi-Wan. “Is there nothing else
you wish for?”

Humming, Obi-Wan settles a hand on
Qui-Gon’s knee with his action hidden by the table. “At this
moment? Nothing in the entire galaxy. I’m wedded to you, I am warm
and feed and the chair is padded to help me deal with the hip pain
our baby is giving me. I am well content my husband.” He murmured
then smiled wickedly when Qui-Gon shivered a bit. “Oh? You like
that? My husband?” Obi-Wan teased gently.

“I’ve waited what feels like a
decade to have you call me so.” Qui-Gon whispered into his ear. “So
yes. I like it very much… my husband.” The emperor returned the
favor, using his deep brogue to draw the word out and fill it with
warmth.

Oh, Qui-Gon was quite right, that was a
very good title.

Now all that was needed was for the
conspirators to be found and taken care of and he’d be truly happy.

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Calmly accepting
the message slipped to him, Obi-Wan continued waddling towards the
grand hall of the Emperor to meet his lover and husband to be, the
message slipped into his sleeve with ease with no one noticing the
brief encounter between prince consort to be and a ‘servant’.
Behind him the obvious guards clambered after him and Obi-Wan would
have rolled his eyes if it wasn’t for the fact that he had trained
his magpies very well himself.

‘But if someone
was as well trained as them, I would have been dead already.’ He
thought dryly as he finally reached the Great Hall and made his way
to up to the dais that held Qui-Gon’s throne and the chairs beside
it and though the chairs were in no way as grand as the actual
throne, they were no measly things either.

Anakin’s chair
was of fine polished oak as that was a temporary one that had been
installed as he was never to take the chair of the Emperor’s
intended but Qui-Gon had wanted his son beside him to be able to
teach him through the years.

Also the
implication of Anakin sitting in the ‘consort’ chair apparently
creeped Qui-Gon the hell out the dear man.

But honestly
Obi-Wan considered the consort ‘chair’ as much a throne really.

It was made of the
same heavy gold that the Emperor throne was made off with ornate
decorations in silver lines and a beautiful decoration of purple and
blue stones that made up a native bird.

Qui-Gon’s throne
was… more ostentatious, several felines prowling it everywhere in
gems of black and white and Obi-Wan wondered who the hell had thought
it was smart to commission it when it looked so…garish.

‘At least the
drapes behind are of a rich dark red velvet to instead of gold,
Qui-Gon has that presence of mind at least.’ Obi-Wan thought dryly
even as Qui-Gon noticed him and broke from the conversation with a
few lords to help Obi-Wan up the dais to his now padded chair as
pregnancy was taking it toll on the redhead’s body and making his
pelvis and spine hurt.

“Thank you love.”
Obi-Wan breathed out.

“Of course dear
one.” Qui-Gon smiled softly, eyes flickering over him with an
approving glance. “You look nice.” He murmured quietly, just
meant for Obi-Wan’s ears as he carefully escorted him and helped
him down.

Smiling up at
Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan carefully brushed his hands down the blue velvet
surcoat lined with black fur that covered up Obi-Wan’s large
stomach. He had to admit, he felt a bit self-conscious about it when
his clothes no longer fit.

He couldn’t even
wear a belt anymore and the one holding the surcoat to the tunic was
just around the surcoat and fastened to his tunic!

And he couldn’t
wear boots anymore and had to do with slippers.

Qui-Gon however
looked lovely in a black waistcoat with silver stitching of foxes
everywhere and a fur lined mantle on his shoulders, the proud Emperor
the very picture of power and honor with his well groomed beard and
hair pulled back in the neck. Even his knee high boots had been
polished to they shone.

Oh if Obi-Wan
hadn’t already been in love, he would have fallen in that moment
and he felt a small flush cover his cheeks as Qui-Gon gained a wicked
little smile, obviously recognizing the thoughts in his lovers mind.
“We were just finalizing the guest list. Mace and Shaak has agreed
to take with them a few invites to lessen the strain on our own
messengers.” He chuckled and took Obi-Wan’s hand, pressing a soft
kiss to the back of it, his beard tickling the back of Obi-Wan’s
hand before Qui-Gon settled down in his throne to hold court.

“That’s good.”
Obi-Wan hummed, rolling his eyes as Anakin and Ahsoka finally
arrived, only moments before the doors shut.

It made him roll
his eyes as he scanned the crowds for dangers, trying to find out who
was trying to kill him and Qui-Gon.

Not to mention his
babe.

‘I will find you,
and when I do… you’ll regret ever thinking of harming my family.’
Obi-Wan eyes flashed at the thought even as Anakin quickly sat down
in his chair and court began.

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Calmly accepting
the message slipped to him, Obi-Wan continued waddling towards the
grand hall of the Emperor to meet his lover and husband to be, the
message slipped into his sleeve with ease with no one noticing the
brief encounter between prince consort to be and a ‘servant’.
Behind him the obvious guards clambered after him and Obi-Wan would
have rolled his eyes if it wasn’t for the fact that he had trained
his magpies very well himself.

‘But if someone
was as well trained as them, I would have been dead already.’ He
thought dryly as he finally reached the Great Hall and made his way
to up to the dais that held Qui-Gon’s throne and the chairs beside
it and though the chairs were in no way as grand as the actual
throne, they were no measly things either.

Anakin’s chair
was of fine polished oak as that was a temporary one that had been
installed as he was never to take the chair of the Emperor’s
intended but Qui-Gon had wanted his son beside him to be able to
teach him through the years.

Also the
implication of Anakin sitting in the ‘consort’ chair apparently
creeped Qui-Gon the hell out the dear man.

But honestly
Obi-Wan considered the consort ‘chair’ as much a throne really.

It was made of the
same heavy gold that the Emperor throne was made off with ornate
decorations in silver lines and a beautiful decoration of purple and
blue stones that made up a native bird.

Qui-Gon’s throne
was… more ostentatious, several felines prowling it everywhere in
gems of black and white and Obi-Wan wondered who the hell had thought
it was smart to commission it when it looked so…garish.

‘At least the
drapes behind are of a rich dark red velvet to instead of gold,
Qui-Gon has that presence of mind at least.’ Obi-Wan thought dryly
even as Qui-Gon noticed him and broke from the conversation with a
few lords to help Obi-Wan up the dais to his now padded chair as
pregnancy was taking it toll on the redhead’s body and making his
pelvis and spine hurt.

“Thank you love.”
Obi-Wan breathed out.

“Of course dear
one.” Qui-Gon smiled softly, eyes flickering over him with an
approving glance. “You look nice.” He murmured quietly, just
meant for Obi-Wan’s ears as he carefully escorted him and helped
him down.

Smiling up at
Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan carefully brushed his hands down the blue velvet
surcoat lined with black fur that covered up Obi-Wan’s large
stomach. He had to admit, he felt a bit self-conscious about it when
his clothes no longer fit.

He couldn’t even
wear a belt anymore and the one holding the surcoat to the tunic was
just around the surcoat and fastened to his tunic!

And he couldn’t
wear boots anymore and had to do with slippers.

Qui-Gon however
looked lovely in a black waistcoat with silver stitching of foxes
everywhere and a fur lined mantle on his shoulders, the proud Emperor
the very picture of power and honor with his well groomed beard and
hair pulled back in the neck. Even his knee high boots had been
polished to they shone.

Oh if Obi-Wan
hadn’t already been in love, he would have fallen in that moment
and he felt a small flush cover his cheeks as Qui-Gon gained a wicked
little smile, obviously recognizing the thoughts in his lovers mind.
“We were just finalizing the guest list. Mace and Shaak has agreed
to take with them a few invites to lessen the strain on our own
messengers.” He chuckled and took Obi-Wan’s hand, pressing a soft
kiss to the back of it, his beard tickling the back of Obi-Wan’s
hand before Qui-Gon settled down in his throne to hold court.

“That’s good.”
Obi-Wan hummed, rolling his eyes as Anakin and Ahsoka finally
arrived, only moments before the doors shut.

It made him roll
his eyes as he scanned the crowds for dangers, trying to find out who
was trying to kill him and Qui-Gon.

Not to mention his
babe.

‘I will find you,
and when I do… you’ll regret ever thinking of harming my family.’
Obi-Wan eyes flashed at the thought even as Anakin quickly sat down
in his chair and court began.

Oh please tell me ObiWan and his baby isn’t going to get hurt again in Royal protector? Please Moddy?

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Going over the
budgets like Qui-Gon had asked him to, Obi-Wan let out a considering
hum at the current charity funds compared to the military funds. He
wasn’t sure if it was necessary with the current budget to be this
high since they were in a peaceful era at the moment. It could be
lowered with maybe a fifteen percentage with the funds allocated over
to the charity fund instead.

“Lord Kenobi?”

At the voice he
looked up, blinking a bit at the white skinned woman with purple
markings on her face standing in the office door with a tray in hand,
a bland look on her face though she had what Obi-Wan would refer to
as a half mohawk that was quite fetching if he so had to say.

Sitting up, he
smiled at her as he took in the servant of the castle uniform,
ransacking his brain for a name. “Ah, I’m sorry to say miss that
I don’t know your name but please come in.” He greeted when he
drew a blank on a name, confused as he thought he knew every servant
who had access to the royal wings.

Maybe there a few
more had been added since he had been removed from his position as
Lord Protector though.

She curtsied a bit.
“Miss Talzin, at your service. I was told to bring you something
warm to drink as the days are growing more chilly.” She said but
didn’t step inside which had Obi-Wan softening at the uncertainty.

So he gestured for
her to move in, smiling as he did. “Of course, that’s quite
thoughtful honestly. Though I have to ask that its not mead is it?”
He eyed the steaming goblet.

“No my lord.”
Talzin shook her head, taking a few careful steps into the office
towards the desk and carefully settling down the tray. “I believe
its either pear or apple cider. Spiced.” She added as she carefully
lifted the cup onto the desk and then picked up the tray again.

Perking up at that
news, Obi-Wan nodded and reached for the cup, feeling the heat of the
metal as Talzin curtsied and moved towards the door again.

The cup had just
reached Obi-Wan’s lips when the door flew open, hitting the wall
fiercely enough to bounce back, Talzin jumping out of the way as
Ahsoka let a dagger fly from her hand that intercepted Obi-Wan’s
sleeve and jerked the goblet right out of it.

Letting out a
startled yell, Obi-Wan staggered to his feet even as Talzin snarled
and threw the tray at Ahsoka and then turned on her heel, slamming
through the office window even as Anakin came rampaging after Ahsoka
into the office.

Giving a yell of
anger, Ahsoka followed straight after the woman even as Anakin
stopped to rest his hands on his knees for a moment, panting and wild
eyed as he looked from the goblet now on the floor to Obi-Wan and the
dagger he was pulling from his sleeve. “Are you… alright!?” He
panted out, struggling to breath clearly.

“Yes of course I
am, what is going on?” Obi-Wan blinked, startled but feeling the
iron nerves he used to have as Lord Protector slipping back, his
instincts telling him what was going on.

A drink had been
delivered, Ahsoka had intercepted him in drinking it, the ‘servant’
who delivered it had jumped out a window to escape and a prince was
asking Obi-Wan if he was alright.

Assassination
attempt via poison.

Anakin confirmed
that when he managed to straighten up, explaining quickly to him that
Ahsoka had found one of the usual servants dead in the hallway via
the same poison and a quick check in the kitchen had given them all
they needed to know as an unknown servant had told the cooks that she
was ordered by the Emperor to bring a warm drink to Lord Kenobi.

Hand lingering on
his stomach as he contemplated the events, Obi-Wan let out a shaking
breath. “I see.” He settled on, sitting down slowly while letting
the knife rest on the desk, glancing down at the puddle of cider and
the goblet.

The goblet touching
the cider was staining a light green.

‘…I would have
been dead within the hour. And if I survived, the baby wouldn’t
have.’ Obi-Wan noted faintly with his hand covering his stomach
protectivly even as Anakin stared in bemusement at the broken window.

“…Did Ahsoka
jump out the window?” He puzzled out loud.

Obi-Wan snorted,
even as he wearily contemplated who in the kingdom could get their
hands on Mandalorian tuc venom safely.

He could already
feel that it was going to be a long few days if not months.

Oh please tell me ObiWan and his baby isn’t going to get hurt again in Royal protector? Please Moddy?

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Going over the
budgets like Qui-Gon had asked him to, Obi-Wan let out a considering
hum at the current charity funds compared to the military funds. He
wasn’t sure if it was necessary with the current budget to be this
high since they were in a peaceful era at the moment. It could be
lowered with maybe a fifteen percentage with the funds allocated over
to the charity fund instead.

“Lord Kenobi?”

At the voice he
looked up, blinking a bit at the white skinned woman with purple
markings on her face standing in the office door with a tray in hand,
a bland look on her face though she had what Obi-Wan would refer to
as a half mohawk that was quite fetching if he so had to say.

Sitting up, he
smiled at her as he took in the servant of the castle uniform,
ransacking his brain for a name. “Ah, I’m sorry to say miss that
I don’t know your name but please come in.” He greeted when he
drew a blank on a name, confused as he thought he knew every servant
who had access to the royal wings.

Maybe there a few
more had been added since he had been removed from his position as
Lord Protector though.

She curtsied a bit.
“Miss Talzin, at your service. I was told to bring you something
warm to drink as the days are growing more chilly.” She said but
didn’t step inside which had Obi-Wan softening at the uncertainty.

So he gestured for
her to move in, smiling as he did. “Of course, that’s quite
thoughtful honestly. Though I have to ask that its not mead is it?”
He eyed the steaming goblet.

“No my lord.”
Talzin shook her head, taking a few careful steps into the office
towards the desk and carefully settling down the tray. “I believe
its either pear or apple cider. Spiced.” She added as she carefully
lifted the cup onto the desk and then picked up the tray again.

Perking up at that
news, Obi-Wan nodded and reached for the cup, feeling the heat of the
metal as Talzin curtsied and moved towards the door again.

The cup had just
reached Obi-Wan’s lips when the door flew open, hitting the wall
fiercely enough to bounce back, Talzin jumping out of the way as
Ahsoka let a dagger fly from her hand that intercepted Obi-Wan’s
sleeve and jerked the goblet right out of it.

Letting out a
startled yell, Obi-Wan staggered to his feet even as Talzin snarled
and threw the tray at Ahsoka and then turned on her heel, slamming
through the office window even as Anakin came rampaging after Ahsoka
into the office.

Giving a yell of
anger, Ahsoka followed straight after the woman even as Anakin
stopped to rest his hands on his knees for a moment, panting and wild
eyed as he looked from the goblet now on the floor to Obi-Wan and the
dagger he was pulling from his sleeve. “Are you… alright!?” He
panted out, struggling to breath clearly.

“Yes of course I
am, what is going on?” Obi-Wan blinked, startled but feeling the
iron nerves he used to have as Lord Protector slipping back, his
instincts telling him what was going on.

A drink had been
delivered, Ahsoka had intercepted him in drinking it, the ‘servant’
who delivered it had jumped out a window to escape and a prince was
asking Obi-Wan if he was alright.

Assassination
attempt via poison.

Anakin confirmed
that when he managed to straighten up, explaining quickly to him that
Ahsoka had found one of the usual servants dead in the hallway via
the same poison and a quick check in the kitchen had given them all
they needed to know as an unknown servant had told the cooks that she
was ordered by the Emperor to bring a warm drink to Lord Kenobi.

Hand lingering on
his stomach as he contemplated the events, Obi-Wan let out a shaking
breath. “I see.” He settled on, sitting down slowly while letting
the knife rest on the desk, glancing down at the puddle of cider and
the goblet.

The goblet touching
the cider was staining a light green.

‘…I would have
been dead within the hour. And if I survived, the baby wouldn’t
have.’ Obi-Wan noted faintly with his hand covering his stomach
protectivly even as Anakin stared in bemusement at the broken window.

“…Did Ahsoka
jump out the window?” He puzzled out loud.

Obi-Wan snorted,
even as he wearily contemplated who in the kingdom could get their
hands on Mandalorian tuc venom safely.

He could already
feel that it was going to be a long few days if not months.

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Thumbing the pages
slowly, Qui-Gon finally let out a deep rumble. “I believe
everything has been arranged then for our wedding.” He said,
looking up to meet Obi-Wan’s eyes across the desk as Obi-Wan had
his own fold of papers. “Unless something is amiss on your end?”
He added.

Letting out a
considering hum, Obi-Wan tilted his head. “It doesn’t seem so,
there are the usual objections to our marriage of course, none of
them to serious to give attention to really, a few petitions for
invites from the lesser houses that didn’t get first rights, some
offers from the same houses to try and further their positions…”
He trailed off, raising his brows a bit with a small smile. “Some
of my former shield brothers and sisters asking for invites and
considering they were the first family I had, I would like to extend
invitation to them honestly.” Obi-Wan looked up at his Emperor and
love. “If you allow it of course that is.”

Smiling softly,
Qui-Gon stood and moved around the desk, pressing a soft kiss to
Obi-Wan’s cheek. “This is your wedding as much as mine. Invite
who you want.” He assured quietly, heart shattering lightly as he
knew that Obi-Wan had no family to call on to stand at his side for
the wedding.

Shield sisters and
brothers would do the trick though.

Chosen family.

“Anything else?”
He murmured fondly.

Setting the papers
down, Obi-Wan gave a deep sigh. “Not that I can think of though I
am a bit upset I will have to use a wedding robe.” He pouted up at
Qui-Gon.

“Well, there is a
reason for that.” The Emperor pointed out, letting one large hand
rest on the swell of the others stomach with a grin and oh he
remembered the furor the nobles had been in when he had announced
both the arrival of a new child to the royal line and his marriage to
the now former Lord Protector.

There had been
outrage, many rejection but they had both borne it gracefully in
public… in private they held each other and soothed the hurts from
the day and loved the growth of their child. Anakin too had spent
time with his hand on the stomach, staring at it with wide eyes as if
expecting the child to kick.

It had caused
Obi-Wan to laugh and explain that it would still be months until that
would happen which had gained them a pouting Anakin who still decided
he was talking to his little sibling as much as he was allowed before
he snuck off with the knights and Ahsoka to go and enjoy the day. Or
he’d not as much sneak off as just go and see Padme when she was
visiting, taking Ahsoka with to help her learn the etiquette she
needed.

“I still can’t
believe how Lord Mace broke down cackling in the great hall.”
Obi-Wan suddenly chuckled warmly.

Smirking a bit,
Qui-Gon pressed a soft kiss to his beloveds cheek. “Oh you know
Mace, he enjoys a good shock to the other nobles once in a while.”
He winked as Obi-Wan let out a laugh of delight, nodding in agreement
even as he returned to his papers on their wedding.

Just two months to
wait and there would be a royal wedding…

Now if only the
assassins could be caught, they had their suspicions, Tarkin high on
the list but no concrete evidence… not yet.

Unknown to the
happy couple a hissed conversation was held in another part of the
castle.

“The bastard
child can not be allowed to take a breath. The young prince is naive,
will need guidance but to get control of him the Emperor, lord
Protector and the illegitimate runt will need to be out of the way.”

“Of course my
lord. I will handle it with more care this time… the bastard child
will not draw breath.”

I hope you have a wonderful break! When you’re back, could we possibly check on Royal Protector? How’s Anakin handling the drastic changes? What happens when Qui-Gon brings his bow showing lover to court???

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Thumbing the pages
slowly, Qui-Gon finally let out a deep rumble. “I believe
everything has been arranged then for our wedding.” He said,
looking up to meet Obi-Wan’s eyes across the desk as Obi-Wan had
his own fold of papers. “Unless something is amiss on your end?”
He added.

Letting out a
considering hum, Obi-Wan tilted his head. “It doesn’t seem so,
there are the usual objections to our marriage of course, none of
them to serious to give attention to really, a few petitions for
invites from the lesser houses that didn’t get first rights, some
offers from the same houses to try and further their positions…”
He trailed off, raising his brows a bit with a small smile. “Some
of my former shield brothers and sisters asking for invites and
considering they were the first family I had, I would like to extend
invitation to them honestly.” Obi-Wan looked up at his Emperor and
love. “If you allow it of course that is.”

Smiling softly,
Qui-Gon stood and moved around the desk, pressing a soft kiss to
Obi-Wan’s cheek. “This is your wedding as much as mine. Invite
who you want.” He assured quietly, heart shattering lightly as he
knew that Obi-Wan had no family to call on to stand at his side for
the wedding.

Shield sisters and
brothers would do the trick though.

Chosen family.

“Anything else?”
He murmured fondly.

Setting the papers
down, Obi-Wan gave a deep sigh. “Not that I can think of though I
am a bit upset I will have to use a wedding robe.” He pouted up at
Qui-Gon.

“Well, there is a
reason for that.” The Emperor pointed out, letting one large hand
rest on the swell of the others stomach with a grin and oh he
remembered the furor the nobles had been in when he had announced
both the arrival of a new child to the royal line and his marriage to
the now former Lord Protector.

There had been
outrage, many rejection but they had both borne it gracefully in
public… in private they held each other and soothed the hurts from
the day and loved the growth of their child. Anakin too had spent
time with his hand on the stomach, staring at it with wide eyes as if
expecting the child to kick.

It had caused
Obi-Wan to laugh and explain that it would still be months until that
would happen which had gained them a pouting Anakin who still decided
he was talking to his little sibling as much as he was allowed before
he snuck off with the knights and Ahsoka to go and enjoy the day. Or
he’d not as much sneak off as just go and see Padme when she was
visiting, taking Ahsoka with to help her learn the etiquette she
needed.

“I still can’t
believe how Lord Mace broke down cackling in the great hall.”
Obi-Wan suddenly chuckled warmly.

Smirking a bit,
Qui-Gon pressed a soft kiss to his beloveds cheek. “Oh you know
Mace, he enjoys a good shock to the other nobles once in a while.”
He winked as Obi-Wan let out a laugh of delight, nodding in agreement
even as he returned to his papers on their wedding.

Just two months to
wait and there would be a royal wedding…

Now if only the
assassins could be caught, they had their suspicions, Tarkin high on
the list but no concrete evidence… not yet.

Unknown to the
happy couple a hissed conversation was held in another part of the
castle.

“The bastard
child can not be allowed to take a breath. The young prince is naive,
will need guidance but to get control of him the Emperor, lord
Protector and the illegitimate runt will need to be out of the way.”

“Of course my
lord. I will handle it with more care this time… the bastard child
will not draw breath.”

So what happens in Royal Protector when Obi Wan gets a baby bump? And how does Anakin react to Ahsoka if those two are on even footing when it comes to fighting? Just so many curious questions but I’ll cut off at those two.

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There was a little
bump beneath his hand.

Qui-Gon could
barely breath as he laid there in bed with his love, arm curled over
Obi-Wan’s waist and his hand cupping the others stomach. And there
was a bump there, a noticeable swell.

Oh it wasn’t
large by any means, once Obi-Wan put on clothes it would be covered
up but Qui-Gon could feel it as the gray light of the rising sun
filtered in through a window where the drape hadn’t covered.

And that swell was
their child, the visible proof starting to appear that Obi-Wan was
pregnant.

Shifting closer
carefully so not to wake the redhead, Qui-Gon pressed a kiss to the
freckled shoulder in front of him while pressing lightly with his
hand on the bump, just to feel.

After Anakin was
born, Shmi couldn’t have others, it had been a miracle that Anakin
had been conceived and that both had survived so both Empress and
Emperor had been warned that another child likely would kill her.

It had saddened
them both but they had adored their Anakin, spoiled him and loved
him.

And when Shmi had
passed… Qui-Gon had put all thoughts of family away as he had
carried a faint hope of maybe a surrogate and science could be used
to help them with another child, a sibling for Anakin.

But now…

Now there was a
child in creation, growing inside Obi-Wan for every day and here was
the visible proof of what was occurring.

It was enough to
make Qui-Gon feel deliriously joyful and dizzy even in bed.

He shifted a bit
when there was a knock and felt Obi-Wan twitch a bit in his grasp,
giving a little mumble before he slowly stretched in Qui-Gon’s arms
like a over-sized, soft, warm cat, pressing the swell firmly into his
large hand.

“Your highness?”
A nervous voice called out before Qui-Gon could great his love good
morning and with a sigh, Qui-Gon mournfully kissed Obi-Wan’s
shoulder once more before standing, knowing it was the body servants
to start the day along with the business of the day. “Enter.” He
called, glancing back at the redhead in his bed.

Obi-Wan however
only sent him a sleepy, lazy smile complete with lidded green eyes
before snuggling back beneath the covers, intent on staying for
another hour or two as he had nothing important on the schedule in
the morning, unlike Qui-Gon himself and he didn’t envy Obi-Wan a
few more hours with his body changing as it was.

But with that he
was swept away by servants, the day starting for the royal. At least
Anakin and Ahsoka had to join him in his suffering as he meet the two
bleary eyed looking individuals out in the hallway once dressed. He
noted with some pleasure that Anakin had an arm wrapped around her
shoulders and was leading her towards the Council and ambassadors
meeting room, muttering quietly to the young togruta about what the
agenda of the day was and who, in Anakin’s own words, were utter
‘pillocks’ to have anything to do with.

In the beginning
Anakin had been rather upset that Ahsoka was to be the royal
protector, mostly because of her young age though he had calmed when
Obi-Wan had explained that she was personally trained by him in
combat. And he had become sympathetic when Obi-Wan had further
elaborated that Ahsoka would need etiquette lessons and would not be
taking the position for another two years.

After that the
young prince seemed to have taken her under his wing, often including
Ahsoka in what he was up to and introducing her to the knights and
nobles that was his friends.

Qui-Gon was both
gratified and grateful for that as he did not believe Ahsoka would
enjoy spending long days with him only observing things as Qui-Gon
worked and it showed the stirrings of maturity he knew that Anakin
could have.

Obi-Wan had been
proud too though he also took Ahsoka aside in the afternoon to coach
her more on manners for the future when she would attend balls and
feasts with nobility rushing around.

All in all…
Qui-Gon rather happy.

Now if they could
just figure out who had tried to assassinate him, that would be good.

So what happens in Royal Protector when Obi Wan gets a baby bump? And how does Anakin react to Ahsoka if those two are on even footing when it comes to fighting? Just so many curious questions but I’ll cut off at those two.

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There was a little
bump beneath his hand.

Qui-Gon could
barely breath as he laid there in bed with his love, arm curled over
Obi-Wan’s waist and his hand cupping the others stomach. And there
was a bump there, a noticeable swell.

Oh it wasn’t
large by any means, once Obi-Wan put on clothes it would be covered
up but Qui-Gon could feel it as the gray light of the rising sun
filtered in through a window where the drape hadn’t covered.

And that swell was
their child, the visible proof starting to appear that Obi-Wan was
pregnant.

Shifting closer
carefully so not to wake the redhead, Qui-Gon pressed a kiss to the
freckled shoulder in front of him while pressing lightly with his
hand on the bump, just to feel.

After Anakin was
born, Shmi couldn’t have others, it had been a miracle that Anakin
had been conceived and that both had survived so both Empress and
Emperor had been warned that another child likely would kill her.

It had saddened
them both but they had adored their Anakin, spoiled him and loved
him.

And when Shmi had
passed… Qui-Gon had put all thoughts of family away as he had
carried a faint hope of maybe a surrogate and science could be used
to help them with another child, a sibling for Anakin.

But now…

Now there was a
child in creation, growing inside Obi-Wan for every day and here was
the visible proof of what was occurring.

It was enough to
make Qui-Gon feel deliriously joyful and dizzy even in bed.

He shifted a bit
when there was a knock and felt Obi-Wan twitch a bit in his grasp,
giving a little mumble before he slowly stretched in Qui-Gon’s arms
like a over-sized, soft, warm cat, pressing the swell firmly into his
large hand.

“Your highness?”
A nervous voice called out before Qui-Gon could great his love good
morning and with a sigh, Qui-Gon mournfully kissed Obi-Wan’s
shoulder once more before standing, knowing it was the body servants
to start the day along with the business of the day. “Enter.” He
called, glancing back at the redhead in his bed.

Obi-Wan however
only sent him a sleepy, lazy smile complete with lidded green eyes
before snuggling back beneath the covers, intent on staying for
another hour or two as he had nothing important on the schedule in
the morning, unlike Qui-Gon himself and he didn’t envy Obi-Wan a
few more hours with his body changing as it was.

But with that he
was swept away by servants, the day starting for the royal. At least
Anakin and Ahsoka had to join him in his suffering as he meet the two
bleary eyed looking individuals out in the hallway once dressed. He
noted with some pleasure that Anakin had an arm wrapped around her
shoulders and was leading her towards the Council and ambassadors
meeting room, muttering quietly to the young togruta about what the
agenda of the day was and who, in Anakin’s own words, were utter
‘pillocks’ to have anything to do with.

In the beginning
Anakin had been rather upset that Ahsoka was to be the royal
protector, mostly because of her young age though he had calmed when
Obi-Wan had explained that she was personally trained by him in
combat. And he had become sympathetic when Obi-Wan had further
elaborated that Ahsoka would need etiquette lessons and would not be
taking the position for another two years.

After that the
young prince seemed to have taken her under his wing, often including
Ahsoka in what he was up to and introducing her to the knights and
nobles that was his friends.

Qui-Gon was both
gratified and grateful for that as he did not believe Ahsoka would
enjoy spending long days with him only observing things as Qui-Gon
worked and it showed the stirrings of maturity he knew that Anakin
could have.

Obi-Wan had been
proud too though he also took Ahsoka aside in the afternoon to coach
her more on manners for the future when she would attend balls and
feasts with nobility rushing around.

All in all…
Qui-Gon rather happy.

Now if they could
just figure out who had tried to assassinate him, that would be good.