The Inheritance

The Inheritance

Author: Acaciah S
email: Acaciah@acaciahsrealm.com
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, OCs
Category: Romance, suspense
Disclaimer: All familiar characters & places belong to Uncle George,
the Great Flannelled One, all rights reserved to him. All
unfamiliar characters & places belong to me, with respective rights
to myself. No profits made from any of Uncle George's characters,
just some fun!
Genre: Star Wars Prequels, alt. universe
Summary: this story takes place about a year after Oneness. Anakin and Acaciah are married and still living on Daelus-V, when they receive a message from Obi-Wan Kenobi. The Lady Miriam's been striken, and now Acaciah is the head of House Sakarté. But have the Skywalkers inherited more meets the eye on Alameen?

“A woman must have money and a room of her own...” Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

Chapter One

Author’s Note: This begins a little over a year since Anakin and Acaciah’s wedding in Oneness.

Master Anakin Skywalker surveyed the control center of Daelus-V one last time before logging off and handing his shift over to Jaal Bahul. “Going to see the Missus, Anakin?” he jested.

Anakin only smiled, for they both knew it was true. Acaciah was working in the greenhouse he’d made for her as a gift for their 1st wedding anniversary. It housed the garden he’d planted for her originally, and sheltered her more delicate blooms. She had expanded it since she moved in, much more so than when he had tried to maintain it in her absence. His few rows of herbs and blooms were now bustling with lush greenery. As a finishing touch, he also planted some bushes to give her a little more privacy, a luxury on a station as busy as this one.

His shadow drew her attention. “How’s the log going?” she asked, removing her gardening gloves.

“Same as always,” he replied, settling beside her. “The garden looks really good,” he complimented her.

“Master Skywalker, you flatter me,” Acaciah batter her lashes at him.

“It’s not flattery if it’s the truth,” he replied, leaning in for a kiss. He drew his arms around her tightly, breathing in the scent of her hair. He wound his fingers into her curls, trailing them down her jaw line and neck. He covered withwith soft butterfly kisses, growing more insistent with each breath. She tugged at his cloak, and with a wave of his hand it was spread out for her to lay on. He loosed her tunics and her breasts sprang free into his hands. Acaciah moaned softly as her cupped the firm globes, teasing them with loving licks and gentle bites. She pushed away his tunics, yearning to feel the sinewy muscles hidden beneath them. Anakin obliged her willingly, baring himself to her hungry gaze. Acaciah’s eyes were drawn to his rigid member; she licked her lips as she reached for him, but he stayed her hand. “Not yet, mi priana.”
Deftly he removed the last of her clothing, his lips journeying downward as the unwanted covering receded. He paused a moment and admired his lovely goddess. The fading sunlight shone down on Acaciah, dappling her in chiaroscuro, her ivory skin glowing wherever the light hit it. “I love you,” he said, letting his fingers graze over the crimson curls of her delta. She was so open to him now; he couldn’t resist her, and so he slid between her thighs to pleasure her. Anakin laved at her woman’s pearl, savoring the tension he could feel mounting beneath his fingertips as he gripped her thighs. Her hips began to buck as he ravished her with long, loving tastes as she panted her pleasure, and gods, how he longed to be buried inside her! He arched a nimble finger into her sweet spot, alternating her pleasure.

“Don’t stop, Anakin,” she sobbed pleadingly, and he slid forward, sinking inside her. They kissed, limbs intertwining as they met each other thrust for thrust, and soon Acaciah thrashed beneath him, her nails etching her pleasure into his skin. He groaned as she tightened around him, urging him into his own peak. They lay coiled together a moment, and Acaciah gave a soft giggle.

“What?” Anakin asked.

“You’ve been very gentle with me lately,” she observed.

“I’m happy to have you here,” he replied.

“I think you are afraid of hurting the baby,” she answered.

“A little,” he admitted, a cold shiver running through him. Change is coming, he thought, and shook himself out of his reverie.

“What is it?” she asked. “Something’s bothering you, Anakin; I can see it in your eyes.”

“It’s nothing,” he dismissed. “Nothing I can nail down yet, anyway.”

The greenhouse door opened, and Jaal stuck his head inside. “Are you two in here?”

“Uh, we’re a bit busy,” Anakin chuckled. “What’s wrong?”

“Master Kenobi’s on the holo and he insists on speaking to both of you. There’s a situation on Alameen.”

They exchanged concerned looks. “We’ll be right there, give us a minute,” Anakin replied. They bustled back into their clothing and hurried to the holocall.

“Papa, what’s wrong?” Acaciah asked, her brow furrowed.

“I need you both to come to Alameen immediately. I cannot discuss the matter over this link, I don’t consider it secure,” Obi-Wan replied. “Anakin, I would also like you to bring your legal records with you. I have already informed the Council that there is a situation, and that they should expect you to be here for a duration.”

“Where’s Grandmama?” Acaciah asked, blanching.

“We’ll discuss the matter once you’re here,” Obi-Wan’s Jedi calmness was sorely tried, Anakin observed.

“We’ll be there as soon as we can,” he answered.

“Good,” Kenobi replied, casting an eye on their disheveled clothing. “And for pity’s sake, wear something presentable!”

Anakin threw Obi-Wan a slight smirk, thinking Acaciah looked just fine to him.

“I must go,” Obi-Wan said, peering over his shoulder. “Anakin, plan to land somewhere more...private. I’ll forward you some co-ordinates once you’re off and I have the site secured,” he said, and logged off.

“I have a bad feeling about this,” Acaciah said, and Anakin nodded grimly.

“You start packing; I’ll get the ship ready,” he said, and turned to Jaal. “Come with me, please, Master Bahul.”

They headed toward the hangar. “You’re in charge in my absence,” he said as they walked. “Would you like me to ask the Council to send a second for you since Kiros is still on his honeymoon?”

“Nah, I’ll make due,” Jaal assured him with a grin. His teeth gleamed ivory against his ebony skin. “He and Maris are due back soon.”

“If you need anything,” Anakin began.

“Don’t worry about it,” Jaal gave a dismissive wave. “It sounds to me like you and Acaciah are going to have your hands full. Obi-Wan looked worried; he never worries!”

“I know,” Anakin replied, eyes darkening.

“One other thing,” Jaal added. “I’ve been to Alameen on leave, and some of the natives there are quite restless, especially when the Jedi are mentioned. Watch your back.” Thank you, Jaal,” Anakin said, and meant it. The two warriors bowed and parted ways.

Acaciah approached with a hover-dolly and luggage. “You know,” Anakin began, “You should have let me load that.”

“I’m not going to break,” she retorted. “Since this is your baby I doubt he is either.” She settled into a seat beside him, and they were on their way. They landed on Alameen without incident; a party was already waiting for them including Obi-Wan, Janae and Geraint Ravenas, and some new faces that she didn’t recognize.

“Lady Acaciah! So good to see you finally here!” One gushed, kissing her hand. “I thought perhaps you’d be cloistered on that base forever!” His freckled face was surrounded by a mass of reddish golden waves, and he was no taller than Acaciah herself.

“Thank you,” Acaciah replied, swallowing down her surprise. Anakin worried on the trip that something had happened to Lady Miriam; he and Obi-Wan were already exchanging meaningful looks. “If you please, your name?”

“Oh! Jaeger Sakarté, at your service My Lady!” he responded quickly.

“Acaciah, Anakin!” Janae stepped forward and embraced them both. “I am glad to see you both safe,” she declared.

“Is this rapscallion taking good care of you?” Acaciah asked her, giving Geraint a playful nudge.

“He is indeed!” Janae exclaimed, placing a jeweled hand over her belly. “We’re expecting a daughter this spring!”

Acaciah took her in a moment; Janae’s long raven hair had tiny golden bells woven into it, and she wore a garnet and gold sari, typical of House Ravenas. “Being the Lady of the House suits you,” she declared.

“It will suit you too,” Geraint said. “I want to introduce you to our cousins. Acaciah, Anakin, this is Lady Faela Anolia, and Dusan, Lord Anolia.” Lady Faela had deep brown waves that hung past her shoulders, and Dusan had sandy hair and eyes.

“I’m honored,” Acaciah said, curtsying.

“’Tis we who are honored,” Faela replied. “It isn’t everyday we get to see a prophecy made flesh and blood.” Jaeger coughed nervously. “So you’re Master Skywalker,” she peered up at him. “You’re SO tall!” she marveled.

“You’ll make Etos nervous,” Dusan quipped, and they all laughed.

They made their way to the villa, and the rest of the party bade their leave, but not before Janae extracted Acaciah’s promise that they would visit Raven’s Keep soon.

Obi-Wan, Anakin and Acaciah settled into the parlour. Anakin slipped his arm around her shoulders, and Obi-Wan began to speak.

“Miriam’s been attacked, and right now she’s in a coma,” he paused; Acaciah gave a stricken gasp.

“Do we know who did it?” Anakin asked.

“No,” he replied. “I have a bit of a mini-droid that I think administered whatever put her in this state. She was trying to call for help, and she managed to wrest it from her body before all the poison was administered, or she’d surely be dead now.” His face was drawn and somber.

“I’ll want a look at the droid,” Anakin said. “I should be able to tell who manufactured it.”

Obi-Wan nodded. “I want you both to understand that as of now, you’re Lady and Lord Sakarté. This isn’t going to make either of you popular,” he paused, searching for the right words.

“You think it has something to do with Grandmama’s attack?” Acaciah guessed aloud.

“Yes,” he rubbed his beard. “A Sakarté by the name of Feiravid came to call on her not long before the attack and demanded to see the proof that your marriage was legal by Alameen’s laws.”

“It is, I got Miriam’s permission to court Acaciah and to marry her,” Anakin said.

“Miriam verified that it was, and he stormed away, saying he was going to take the matter up with Etos and Najara.”

“I’d like tore ure up security here,” Anakin commented.

“Be careful,” Obi-Wan admonished. “The Fiona will think that you don’t trust them.”

“They’d be right,” Anakin declared. “Right now I trust you, Acaciah and myself; everyone else is suspect.”

“I trust Geraint and Janae,” Acaciah added. “I’d like to see what Geraint thinks of all this sordid business.”

“We’ve been invited to Raven’s Keep,” he agreed. “We’ll go pay them a visit soon.” Acaciah excused herself to unpack; Anakin and Obi-Wan lingered in the parlour. “What do you think of the people we met today, Obi-Wan?” Anakin asked.

“You still cut right to the chase, don’t you?” he shook his head. “The Anolia’s are Miriam’s cousins; her father was an Anolia, you know. The Sakarté boy, Jaeger, I know little about. He never came around before the disturbances started happening.”

“Do you think Geraint would know? Or Roge, his father?”

“Most likely,” Obi-Wan replied. “I didn’t wan say say this in front of Acaciah, but I’m quite serious about Feiravid. I think he’s behind the attempt on Miriam. I had an uneasy feeling when I first met him, and I ignored it, attributed it to something else.” He hung his head. “I didn’t want anything to be wrong; we’ve been so happy the past year!”

“We’ll take care of it, Obi-Wan,” Anakin reassured him. “Etos may not like how I handle it,” he laughed.

“It’s not funny,” Obi-Wan’s head shot up. “To be truthful I’m not certain that Etos isn’t in on it.” He shook his head. “A lot of the traditionalists here don’t like how Celianthos’ case was handled after his attack on Acaciah; they liked your courtship of her even less. Traditionally an Heiress is named and courted by the o Hou Houses’ Nobles, and you just butted in on their territory. Lachere’s a wealthy province, and many of them are coveting your good fortune.”

“I waited sixteen long, miserable years to be with Acaciah,” he began.

“That doesn’t matter to them, Anakin. They only see that an outsider has what they want,” Obi-Wan replied. “The other perception you need to be aware of is that truly to the Fiona, Acaciah is the head of this House, not you. Don’t contradict her in public, or you’ll be considered a bad husband.”

“I wouldn’t do that anyway,” Anakin said innocently.

“Hmph! You used to correct me publicly when I was your Master!”

“Well,” Anakin shrugged. “I was younger then.”

“Just keep it in mind, please,” Obi-Wan reiterated.

“Are any of the locals friendly?”

“Most of the non-nobles!” Kenobi chuckled. “Actually, Lucan Kersen, the local Governor for Lachere is quite level-headed, and has a great respect for the Council and the Jedi in general. He offered to help me investigate. I haven’t given him an answer yet because I felt I need to discuss the matter with you two first.”

“That’s a start, then,” Anakin rose. “We’ll go talk with Geraint and with this Governor Kersen. I’d like to know who my friends and enemies are as soon as possible.”

“I am heading over to Kersen’s office now; shall I tell him you’ve approved inv investigation?”

“Yes,” Anakin answered. “One other thing, have him look into Jaeger Sakarté’s background. I don’t trust him either.”

They bowed and parted ways.