For #Royalprotector: Is the noble who wants to control Prince Anakin perhaps Creepy old Palpatine? Ventress getting captured and figuring out that she is on her own and gives up her employer.

“Where did you
pick her up?” Obi-Wan asked quietly, Poppy attached to his chest
and Ahsoka by his side as he stared at the hooded woman in front of
them.

“Lower dock side,
near the whaling district actually. She thought she’d lost us but
we know this city better than anyone thanks to you my lord.” The
modulated voice said quietly and Obi-Wan took notice of Ahsoka
twitching in discomfort.

Well, she was only
there as a cover anyhow as much as he dispised using her that way.

But Anakin and
Qui-Gon would never allow him to walk around alone right now and he
needed to deal with his sparrow network.

Especially with the
threat to the family.

So he ignored her
and reached out, clapping the other on the shoulder. “Good work
Jay, tell Corvus and Heron to grab an extra slip from the jar.”
Obi-Wan pretended not to hear the excited whisper behind them as he
continued forward to the cells.

Ahsoka followed
tightly on his trail.

For a minute
neither said anything.

And then…

“So you got a spy
network?” She finally whispered.

“Its one of the
consorts duties. But Qui-Gon has not had a partner for a very long
time and someone had to run it since Qui-Gon and Anakin did not have
the mind for subterfuge,” He glanced at her. “I sought out the
remains of Queen Shmi’s old network and those who were still
working here I hired into my service to keep it all going. I’ve
averted many a threat against the Emperor this way… now that I’m
no longer Lord Protector but the actual prince consort, I run it as
should be while you take my position once you are ready.” He
smiled.

Frowning a bit,
Ahsoka nodded slowly and glanced back where the birds had now
disappeared. “…Are they all named after birds?”

Sniggering a bit,
Obi-Wan nodded. “They’re my birds. My sparrows to be precise,
makes it easier to talk about them with each having a code name. You
just met Jay, she leads them and the one I interact the most with as
she has an easier access to me. But the rest are scattered around.
All over, in the village, the taverns, the army and the castle
itself… not all of them are sparrows but report to a sparrow.” He
shrugged and stopped at the correct cell. “…Wait outside here,”
He softened when he saw Ahsoka’s hesitation. “She can’t harm
me, she’s chained up.” Obi-Wan assured before unlocking the cell
and stepping in.

Sitting on the
single chair in it, his would be killer sat glaring at him, both
cuffed and tied to the chair.

Well, seems his
sparrows weren’t taking any chances.

Obi-Wan didn’t
take an affront, he was still recovering from birth.

Taking in the pale
woman with her short hair, Obi-Wan let out a small hum. “So,
cutting the crap, I’m a fan of mercy depending on what you tell me
in return,” He took another step into the cell, closer to the
woman. “I don’t need to know why you did what you did, I don’t
need to know what you were promised or how you intended to do it as I
know all of that… what I want to know is who hired you.”

She just spat at
the floor and went back to glaring at him.

Obi-Wan let out a
deep sigh and gently stroked Poppy’s head. “…Yan Dooku, I can
get into contact with him.” He said calmly.

A furrow appeared
on her brow.

“Your name is
Asajj Ventress, you are the product of an affair between Lady Talzin
and Yan Dooku. Yan Dooku swore to never return to these shores after
an unfortunate situation with one of his former knights, Komari. I
however can get him to return with the news of a daughter he doesn’t
know and expunge any kind of crime you have on record… I can make
everyone ignore it was you who attempted my life.” Obi-Wan stared
at the woman.

She stared back,
pale eyes wide before they slowly sunk down to stare at the stones,
obviously thinking hard.

Most likely she
wondered how the hell Obi-Wan knew all this about her but honestly it
wasn’t hard.

One look at her
features and they practically screamed Talzin. After that it was just
about following the breadcrumbs of clues to her parentage even if
Talzin had been death for over six years now.

“…And you would
protect me against repercussion from the one who hired me?”

Obi-Wan almost
startled, she had a deeper voice than he expected when she wasn’t
forcing it to be light and soft.

Still he nodded.
“I’ll keep you hidden in the castle until I have the proof I
need. You have my word as prince consort.”

She stared at him
intently.

Then she nodded
sharply and sat up in her restraints. “Sheev Palpatine hired me to
get rid of you and your kid before it came to the world. Said he’d
get rid of the Emperor afterward as a ‘broken heart’ case to
leave the Star prince vulnerable.”

Nose twitching,
Obi-Wan nodded slowly with his green eyes growing dark.

‘So… make an
enemy out of my family will you? Your days are numbered Palpatine.’

For #Royalprotector: Is the noble who wants to control Prince Anakin perhaps Creepy old Palpatine? Ventress getting captured and figuring out that she is on her own and gives up her employer.

“Where did you
pick her up?” Obi-Wan asked quietly, Poppy attached to his chest
and Ahsoka by his side as he stared at the hooded woman in front of
them.

“Lower dock side,
near the whaling district actually. She thought she’d lost us but
we know this city better than anyone thanks to you my lord.” The
modulated voice said quietly and Obi-Wan took notice of Ahsoka
twitching in discomfort.

Well, she was only
there as a cover anyhow as much as he dispised using her that way.

But Anakin and
Qui-Gon would never allow him to walk around alone right now and he
needed to deal with his sparrow network.

Especially with the
threat to the family.

So he ignored her
and reached out, clapping the other on the shoulder. “Good work
Jay, tell Corvus and Heron to grab an extra slip from the jar.”
Obi-Wan pretended not to hear the excited whisper behind them as he
continued forward to the cells.

Ahsoka followed
tightly on his trail.

For a minute
neither said anything.

And then…

“So you got a spy
network?” She finally whispered.

“Its one of the
consorts duties. But Qui-Gon has not had a partner for a very long
time and someone had to run it since Qui-Gon and Anakin did not have
the mind for subterfuge,” He glanced at her. “I sought out the
remains of Queen Shmi’s old network and those who were still
working here I hired into my service to keep it all going. I’ve
averted many a threat against the Emperor this way… now that I’m
no longer Lord Protector but the actual prince consort, I run it as
should be while you take my position once you are ready.” He
smiled.

Frowning a bit,
Ahsoka nodded slowly and glanced back where the birds had now
disappeared. “…Are they all named after birds?”

Sniggering a bit,
Obi-Wan nodded. “They’re my birds. My sparrows to be precise,
makes it easier to talk about them with each having a code name. You
just met Jay, she leads them and the one I interact the most with as
she has an easier access to me. But the rest are scattered around.
All over, in the village, the taverns, the army and the castle
itself… not all of them are sparrows but report to a sparrow.” He
shrugged and stopped at the correct cell. “…Wait outside here,”
He softened when he saw Ahsoka’s hesitation. “She can’t harm
me, she’s chained up.” Obi-Wan assured before unlocking the cell
and stepping in.

Sitting on the
single chair in it, his would be killer sat glaring at him, both
cuffed and tied to the chair.

Well, seems his
sparrows weren’t taking any chances.

Obi-Wan didn’t
take an affront, he was still recovering from birth.

Taking in the pale
woman with her short hair, Obi-Wan let out a small hum. “So,
cutting the crap, I’m a fan of mercy depending on what you tell me
in return,” He took another step into the cell, closer to the
woman. “I don’t need to know why you did what you did, I don’t
need to know what you were promised or how you intended to do it as I
know all of that… what I want to know is who hired you.”

She just spat at
the floor and went back to glaring at him.

Obi-Wan let out a
deep sigh and gently stroked Poppy’s head. “…Yan Dooku, I can
get into contact with him.” He said calmly.

A furrow appeared
on her brow.

“Your name is
Asajj Ventress, you are the product of an affair between Lady Talzin
and Yan Dooku. Yan Dooku swore to never return to these shores after
an unfortunate situation with one of his former knights, Komari. I
however can get him to return with the news of a daughter he doesn’t
know and expunge any kind of crime you have on record… I can make
everyone ignore it was you who attempted my life.” Obi-Wan stared
at the woman.

She stared back,
pale eyes wide before they slowly sunk down to stare at the stones,
obviously thinking hard.

Most likely she
wondered how the hell Obi-Wan knew all this about her but honestly it
wasn’t hard.

One look at her
features and they practically screamed Talzin. After that it was just
about following the breadcrumbs of clues to her parentage even if
Talzin had been death for over six years now.

“…And you would
protect me against repercussion from the one who hired me?”

Obi-Wan almost
startled, she had a deeper voice than he expected when she wasn’t
forcing it to be light and soft.

Still he nodded.
“I’ll keep you hidden in the castle until I have the proof I
need. You have my word as prince consort.”

She stared at him
intently.

Then she nodded
sharply and sat up in her restraints. “Sheev Palpatine hired me to
get rid of you and your kid before it came to the world. Said he’d
get rid of the Emperor afterward as a ‘broken heart’ case to
leave the Star prince vulnerable.”

Nose twitching,
Obi-Wan nodded slowly with his green eyes growing dark.

‘So… make an
enemy out of my family will you? Your days are numbered Palpatine.’

Royal Protector: How about Evangeline for the baby? It’s a good Victorian Steam Punk name, and they could call her Angel for short? How is the new family getting along?

Letting out a tiny
noise, Obi-Wan slowly stumbled along on unsteady legs as Anakin
provided the support. The blond had insisted on helping his
step-father, holding out both arms while walking backwards while
Obi-Wan toddled slowly along on shaky legs from the bed towards the
bathroom while Qui-Gon watched worriedly from the rocking chair with
their little princess in his arms and a glass bottle filled with warm
goat milk.

Originally Anakin
had been suppose to feed his little sister but Obi-Wan had wanted to
get up and go clean and the blond had volunteered quickly.

“You should go
feed Poppy.” Obi-Wan said softly, leaning heavily on Anakin’s
arms despite trying not to.

“There be plenty
of times to feed her. I mean you give her one bottle of goat milk a
day right along with natural milk?” Anakin said with some cheer,
though his eyes were still curved with worry.

“Well yes…”
Obi-Wan trailed off, stopping halfway towards the bathroom to take
deep breaths. He noticed Qui-Gon sitting up more in the rocking chair
with a frown deepening on his face and sent the man a reassuring
look. “I’m alright love, just sore and a bit tired. Birth took a
lot out of me and Che promised she be up with some poppy milk
tincture.” He assured him.

That of course had
Anakin snorting, a wide smile on his face. “I still can’t believe
you two choose that, Poppy. Princess Poppy.” He said with happy
amusement.

“Poppy’s a
beautiful flower.” Qui-Gon argued quietly, smiling warmly as he
settled back in the rocking chair to cuddle Poppy while feeding her.

And she was a
hungry little girl, sucking at the teat of the bottle quickly.

It was one of the
few pleasures Qui-Gon got before he would have to leave his husband
to be Emperor though Duke Windu was acting steward for them
thankfully to allow the family some time together.

The hours they got
all three treasured beyond measure and Obi-Wan at least was grateful
beyond measure because right now he was feeling rather needy after
the birth.

His daughter was
less than a week old and tradition dictated if a child
survived to become one month, it would be presented to the court. Not
before.

And he was so
grateful for the tradition in this moment as it allowed him time to
calm down, allowed him time to heal as he was not expected to appear
in court either and guards and his own sparrows were stationed for
protection as Obi-Wan had attempts on his life before the birth.

In his current
condition there was even higher cause for concern.

But right in this
moment his family, outside of Ahsoka who was patrolling the castle,
was in one room and Obi-Wan could not help but be grateful for it as
he once more started walking towards the bathroom with Anakin’s
help.

He glanced up at
Anakin and gave the blond a warm, tender smile in reassurance,
feeling the others gentle elbow squeeze in return.

For the moment…

Life was good.

Just for now,
things were alright.

They were safe and
happy.

What more could a
family wish for than that.

Royal Protector: How about Evangeline for the baby? It’s a good Victorian Steam Punk name, and they could call her Angel for short? How is the new family getting along?

Letting out a tiny
noise, Obi-Wan slowly stumbled along on unsteady legs as Anakin
provided the support. The blond had insisted on helping his
step-father, holding out both arms while walking backwards while
Obi-Wan toddled slowly along on shaky legs from the bed towards the
bathroom while Qui-Gon watched worriedly from the rocking chair with
their little princess in his arms and a glass bottle filled with warm
goat milk.

Originally Anakin
had been suppose to feed his little sister but Obi-Wan had wanted to
get up and go clean and the blond had volunteered quickly.

“You should go
feed Poppy.” Obi-Wan said softly, leaning heavily on Anakin’s
arms despite trying not to.

“There be plenty
of times to feed her. I mean you give her one bottle of goat milk a
day right along with natural milk?” Anakin said with some cheer,
though his eyes were still curved with worry.

“Well yes…”
Obi-Wan trailed off, stopping halfway towards the bathroom to take
deep breaths. He noticed Qui-Gon sitting up more in the rocking chair
with a frown deepening on his face and sent the man a reassuring
look. “I’m alright love, just sore and a bit tired. Birth took a
lot out of me and Che promised she be up with some poppy milk
tincture.” He assured him.

That of course had
Anakin snorting, a wide smile on his face. “I still can’t believe
you two choose that, Poppy. Princess Poppy.” He said with happy
amusement.

“Poppy’s a
beautiful flower.” Qui-Gon argued quietly, smiling warmly as he
settled back in the rocking chair to cuddle Poppy while feeding her.

And she was a
hungry little girl, sucking at the teat of the bottle quickly.

It was one of the
few pleasures Qui-Gon got before he would have to leave his husband
to be Emperor though Duke Windu was acting steward for them
thankfully to allow the family some time together.

The hours they got
all three treasured beyond measure and Obi-Wan at least was grateful
beyond measure because right now he was feeling rather needy after
the birth.

His daughter was
less than a week old and tradition dictated if a child
survived to become one month, it would be presented to the court. Not
before.

And he was so
grateful for the tradition in this moment as it allowed him time to
calm down, allowed him time to heal as he was not expected to appear
in court either and guards and his own sparrows were stationed for
protection as Obi-Wan had attempts on his life before the birth.

In his current
condition there was even higher cause for concern.

But right in this
moment his family, outside of Ahsoka who was patrolling the castle,
was in one room and Obi-Wan could not help but be grateful for it as
he once more started walking towards the bathroom with Anakin’s
help.

He glanced up at
Anakin and gave the blond a warm, tender smile in reassurance,
feeling the others gentle elbow squeeze in return.

For the moment…

Life was good.

Just for now,
things were alright.

They were safe and
happy.

What more could a
family wish for than that.

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

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????? ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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.

Royal protector, is Obi-Wan getting any closer to finding out who put the hits out on them? yay? nay? I mean I assume that was Ventress we saw last drabble but who hired her?

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.

Royal protector, is Obi-Wan getting any closer to finding out who put the hits out on them? yay? nay? I mean I assume that was Ventress we saw last drabble but who hired her?

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?

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?

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.