Prompt: padme and Anakin's marriage comes out and it's actually bad that a senator could subvert a Jedi's loyalty from their code. Maybe palpatine uses this as an opportunity to bind padme and Anakin closer to him? It would have been a steal of palpatine could've convinced padme that the whole empire thing was happening but that he would give her more power to make things better for the empire's citizens.
Possibly not what you’re looking for, but I’m making this into a sequel to Stepford Smiler.
Padmé was still trembling with barely suppressed rage when she reached the chancellor’s office. “I’m sorry to bother you, Chancellor, but it’s an emergency.”
“No trouble at all, my dear.” He ushered her to a seat beside the desk before taking his own. “What seems to be the problem?”
Padmé took a bracing breath and came out with it. “I’m married.”
“Congratulations,” Chancellor Palpatine said, looking confused as to why, exactly, that was a problem. “And who is the lucky fellow?”
“I see.” He made a tent of his hands and pressed them to his lips, obscuring his expression. Anakin and the chancellor were so close. Was he pleased? Angry? Disappointed? Padmé’s stomach clenched as she tried to guess. When he finally lowered his hands after a long moment, his face was almost heroically bland. “I can’t imagine the Jedi were pleased.”
“They wiped his mind!”
“What?” he asked flatly, his expression utterly blank.
Unable to contain it any longer, Padmé flung herself from her chair and began to pace. “I hadn’t seen him for a few weeks. That’s normal, with the war, but when I saw he today, he didn’t know me. He barely seemed to know himself! When I confronted Master Kenobi, he confessed they had erased his memory to keep him from me.”
Chancellor Palpatine had risen as she talked, now he leaned heavily against the desk as if in shock. “That’s—” He shook his head, his lips twitching.
“It’s monstrous! It’s like he’s their slave, only worse. At least slaves are allowed to keep their memories.” She was ranting, but she didn’t care. Padmé wanted to storm over to the Temple, guns blazing, and take back her husband. No, more than that, she wanted them to pay. “They can’t get away with this. I won’t let them get away with this.” She rounded on the Chancellor. “Will you help?”
“My dear,” he said, his predatory smile looking strangely at home on his normally genial face, “it would be my pleasure.”