Info: Star Wars, Padme/Sabe
Padmé keeps a solemn face while admiring their handiwork out of the corner of her eye. No one other than the handmaidens knows that it is Sabé who sits in the throne today, face painted ceremonially white with red drops of crimson on her cheeks and splitting her lip. No one other than the handmaidens knows that it is their queen standing guard in a uniform, toting a gun like the rest of them.
Not even the other handmaidens know that when the time comes tonight for another role reversal, Padmé and Sabé will place delicate fingers over each other’s heartbeats and look into the other’s naked eyes. Padmé will once again reign as queen and Sabé aide at her side, but not before they touch and grasp, grope and moan in the dark; indistinguishable.