Main Verse: The Senate Reconvenes
Her stomach is twisting in little fluttery knots as Dormé does her hair. She’s picked one of her most regal-looking gowns for the day, artificial strength to hide behind. Normally she would eschew the mask of Queen but today she needs it. She’s not sure what else to do.
"I really want some wine," she tells Breha ruefully, wincing as Dormé’s comb hits a tangle. "But I suppose some of Tion’s tea will have to do."
The only bright spot she can see - and it’s so bright it’s nearly blinding - is that she has told Anakin. And Anakin is happy. That thought alone helps to buoy her throughout the morning preparations.