The galaxy is whole. War is a thing of the past. Anakin stands before a large window, surveying part of his domain. He is dressed in robes of black with two lightsabers strapped to his belt. On first sight, he might seem intimidating. He does stand over six feet tall and his expression is foreboding.

Until a door opens and two little figures join him. Then a smile warms his features and he bends down, sweeping his twins into his arms. Immediately they start talking at once, telling him of their days. Of course their accounts differ somewhat and soon they are arguing too.

"What did I tell you about lying?" Anakin interrupts them, giving them a stern look. Luke and Leia deflate, murmuring their apologies. Clearly father rules the roost - well, most of the time. Anakin kisses their cheeks and sets them down so that they can, then, run to their mother who has just entered the room too.

"Don't lie to her either." he warns, crossing his arms over his chest. Lies have no place in his empire. They can lead to misunderstandings and strife, which can then lead to battle and war. He is determined to never see times like that again. His twins will never know a galaxy torn against itself.

[OOC: Would you like a meeting with Emperor Anakin and his family? Just remember to knock before entering.]