While the marriage was more just a contract than any sort of personal declaration for either of them, Obi-Wan finds himself and Padmé alone in the house on the lake that her family owned. Since it's a professional contract, the week-long sabbatical is never called a 'honeymoon', but to Obi-Wan, that's certainly what it feels like.
Alone and isolated with his new 'wife'.
It was always a possibility that he would end up in one of these arranged marriages, sub-contracted from the Jedi Order into personal protection. Life-long commitments aren't new to him. What he hadn't expected was to know, to be at least casual friends with, the person he ended up protecting. Married to.
Despite being raised in this environment and culture where 'marriage' often meant 'contractually obligated protection', it still feels far too intimate for him to reconcile with his Jedi training of having no attachments. Marriage is the ultimate attachment.
And Padmé... Padmé was no longer the fourteen-year-old Queen or handmaiden that he'd known. Surprisingly, they had kept in touch, though it had been more casual than actually being friends; but whenever they were both on Coruscant, or duty took him to Naboo - it happened more frequently now that Palpatine was Chancellor - they usually found time to meet up and chat for a while, perhaps grab a bite to eat together.
Now here they are. Together for life. No more need for catching up, as they are essentially obligated to live in each other's pocket, from now on. It's going to take some getting used to.
Tucking his hands into the sleeves of his robe, Obi-Wan begins wandering the space. He'd already (casually) checked all the rooms to make sure they were secure; now he allows himself to really see the details of the space, to register the decorations and furniture, in a way other than just 'that looks heavy enough to be used as a weapon or blockade'. There is a small itching at the base of his neck suggesting that he should say something, but he's long learned to ignore it.
If he's no longer supposed to ignore it where Padmé is concerened, it's going to take a while to re-learn. He's never been anything other than a Jedi.
Arranged Marriage - Can Never Be - Into More
Alone and isolated with his new 'wife'.
It was always a possibility that he would end up in one of these arranged marriages, sub-contracted from the Jedi Order into personal protection. Life-long commitments aren't new to him. What he hadn't expected was to know, to be at least casual friends with, the person he ended up protecting. Married to.
Despite being raised in this environment and culture where 'marriage' often meant 'contractually obligated protection', it still feels far too intimate for him to reconcile with his Jedi training of having no attachments. Marriage is the ultimate attachment.
And Padmé... Padmé was no longer the fourteen-year-old Queen or handmaiden that he'd known. Surprisingly, they had kept in touch, though it had been more casual than actually being friends; but whenever they were both on Coruscant, or duty took him to Naboo - it happened more frequently now that Palpatine was Chancellor - they usually found time to meet up and chat for a while, perhaps grab a bite to eat together.
Now here they are. Together for life. No more need for catching up, as they are essentially obligated to live in each other's pocket, from now on. It's going to take some getting used to.
Tucking his hands into the sleeves of his robe, Obi-Wan begins wandering the space. He'd already (casually) checked all the rooms to make sure they were secure; now he allows himself to really see the details of the space, to register the decorations and furniture, in a way other than just 'that looks heavy enough to be used as a weapon or blockade'. There is a small itching at the base of his neck suggesting that he should say something, but he's long learned to ignore it.
If he's no longer supposed to ignore it where Padmé is concerened, it's going to take a while to re-learn. He's never been anything other than a Jedi.