Romans & histoires Anakin Vs Emperor

Nia gives her a quick, dismissive shooo with her hand and the soldiers slams the door in Kiara’s face before she can do anything. She settles herself onto a seat in the roomie carriage and gets the shock of her life when her eyes adjust to the dark interior. The Emperor is seated on the opposite seat. He is dressed in full body armour, gold of course. The only difference this time is instead of his helmet. He is wearing an intricate mask, the matching pair to Kiara’s, but somehow, he makes it more menacing, sterner looking.

Her father’s time would come later. “And then there’s the pack,” I muttered, my thoughts shifting to the other challenge looming over us. “I have to introduce her as their queen.” “They’ll accept her,” Anakin said confidently. “Once they see she’s strong enough.” I grimaced. “She doesn’t feel strong. Not yet. If she shows even a hint of weakness, they’ll dismiss her. They’ll deem her unfit.” “Do you care what they think?” Anakin asked, crossing his arms.