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A Royal Affair - Chapter 5 (Kylo RenXOC)

The First Order is looking to expand its allies and Corellia is known for its great Starships and the royal family. Princess Cora Ardmore is less than thrilled about her future marriage to General Hux, and even less thrilled to have Kylo Ren as her temporary bodyguard.

AN: I just want to warn people that this is definitely a darker fic from me. Plus I do not hate General Hux at all regardless of how I’m portraying him in this fic, I love him but have some dark headcanons about him. I also want to thank @neeharlow and @kittyofalltrades for helping bringing this fic to life with our roleplay thread :D

Warnings: None, Perhaps a lil fluff if you squint really really hard.

Chapter 5

Kylo Ren

The week went on, every day I spent with Cora and her handmaidens. Whilst I made no effort to be friendly with any of them, I had taken the time to at least learn the names of her handmaidens. And Cora was doing her best to be polite and civil with me. The kinder she attempted to be, the more I didn’t want to be around her. This was a temporary arrangement; it wouldn’t benefit either of us to develop some kind of friendship. Even if the more time I spent with her, the more likeable I found her. Not that anything could come of it. Nor would I let it.

Cora was wearing a royal blue gown, the sleeves long but her shoulders bare. Thomasin had curled Cora’s hair today and left it down but added a thin gold headband to Cora’s long black locks. Even I had to admit, she looked pretty. Cora led us outside to the gardens; it was seemingly her favourite place to be, and I could understand that when the palace was teeming with stormtroopers and officers. She wanted somewhere seemingly untouched by The First Order. Thankfully, so far Hux had yet to really bother her as he was too busy gaining the trust of the planet’s politicians and higher-ups.

She led us inside the huge greenhouse, a wave of warm air washing over me. There were all sorts of flowers and plants inside, all in full bloom. Whilst I didn’t care for things like this, I had to admit there was beauty to it. Cora seemed relaxed in here, her shoulders no longer held high and tense. I had noticed over the past few days how to read her body language and her facial expressions. Most of the time inside the palace, she put up a façade, wanting to seem confident, elegant, and regal. Someone that demanded respect.

And yet in these small moments when it was just her handmaidens and I, she let her real self shine through. She let her guard down, allowed herself to be vulnerable and to speak freely. In these small moments, I even found her a little likeable. I suppose, after agreeing to keep the sun house a secret from Hux, I was one of the few she trusted to be herself around. And whilst we were on opposing sides, it made sense that she needed to trust me if I was going to be her bodyguard for the time being.

Cora went over to the nearest flowers, leaning down to inhale its sweet scent. Flora remained by the door, keeping a close, protective eye on Cora. Thomasin and Minthe headed further inside the greenhouse, making friendly conversation. Cora seemed to stop and admire each different plant and flower she came across. The longer this went on, the more I felt this was a waste of time. Snoke wouldn’t be happy about this and hopefully, he would ensure Hux didn’t reduce me to a bodyguard again.

“Did you know that flowers actually have meanings behind them?” Cora asked. “What?” I replied. “It was a tradition during balls and other events that people would communicate their feelings for each other using flowers.” My brow furrowed under my helmet, “that seems…pointless.” Cora’s smile faded slightly at how quickly I turned down her topic of conversation. It was like looking at a sad puppy and I felt a very small pang of guilt. I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to indulge her…or at least pretend to. Letting out a sigh, I forced the next few words out of my mouth.

“What about those? What do they mean?” I asked, pointing at a cluster of small, delicate purple flowers. Cora’s gaze followed where I was pointing, and her smile grew again. “Asters are a symbol of love,” Cora replied. I wished I’d never asked. It angered me further that I, Kylo Ren, The Jedi Slayer, was being reduced to a bodyguard having to listen to this brat talk about flowers. Clenching my jaw, I continued to follow her through the greenhouse and pretend to listen to her explain the different meanings of flowers to me.

Now only a quarter of the way through the greenhouse, I couldn’t take it anymore. “All of this seems like pointless information,” I cut her off mid-sentence. Cora’s shoulders slumped at my words, her smile fading once more. This only made me more frustrated, she probably thought she could just bat her eyelashes at me, and I’d just give in to her. “When you previously mentioned princess lessons, I had thought they were teaching you things that would benefit you for the future. Like battle tactics, self-defence, and negotiation methods. Not flowers and embroidery,” I said matter-of-factly.

“Embroidery is not useless; it can actually be very useful for someone in my position.” “Is that so, princess? Please enlighten me on how embroidery is helping you right now.” Cora huffed softly but didn’t answer me, meaning either she didn’t have an answer, or it was a secret she wasn’t willing to share. She pressed further into the greenhouse, and I let her go. She was still within my eye line, and it was clear we both wanted a break from each other. The sooner Hux found a replacement for me, the better. I needed to get off this planet and as far away from her as possible.

Cora stopped at the fountain, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath as if to calm herself down. When she reopened them, she walked over to a small box fixed on the wall and opened it. A few butterflies scattered, now flying around the greenhouse. Some of them landed on flowers, whilst others continued to stretch their wings. All of them were different colours with various patterns across their wings. Cora watched them with a sense of longing, likely wishing she could escape her own cage.

One of them landed on her finger, a large blue and black one. A smile spread across her face as the butterfly stayed put, seemingly comfortable with her presence. At that moment, she truly looked like a princess, so pure, dainty, and beautiful. It was moments like these that I was even more grateful that the helmet I wore hid my face. I could get away with looking at Cora as much as I wanted, and none of her handmaidens were the wiser. It was nice to see her smile for a change. My eyes raked over her form, unable to deny her beauty. Her long black hair looked softer than any silk, and a part of me wondered what it would be like to run my fingers through it. Snapping myself out of my thoughts, I hastily exited the greenhouse and waited outside.

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Later that evening, I decided to leave Cora in the company of her handmaidens; I needed to just take a break from her. Hux would likely attempt to berate me for it, but at this point, I couldn’t care less. I just wanted a moment alone, considering I hadn’t had a single one since landing on this damned planet. It was dark in the palace gardens, and I knew I would be left alone out here. The palace itself had lights on in most of the rooms, the bottom floor had silhouettes of staff moving around. But my focus was on the third floor, more specifically on one of the balconies.

Cora stood on the balcony that was connected to her bedroom, her hands resting on the railing. She looked out into the distance, if she knew I was out here, she didn’t show any signs. Not that I believed she could see me in the darkness. Her shoulders shook gently, and her head bowed slightly, clearly, she was crying. I had to admit; I did pity her considering what would come from her marriage to Hux. She’d already lost so much in a short amount of time, her home, her personal guard, her mother, but most of all, her freedom.

“Cora!” Hux snapped, his voice distant but no less distinguishable. He joined her on the balcony, Cora quickly wiping her eyes to hide any signs of her weakness. He stood at her side, his mouth moving, but I was too far away to make out what he was saying. But judging by Cora’s body language, it wasn’t anything nice. Likely berating her about being out on the balcony without me. He probably thought she was going to throw herself off, but Cora wasn’t that desperate for escape. Yet.

He grabbed her wrist roughly and began to drag her back inside. The sight of him handling her so roughly made my fists clench hard enough that the leather strained. He didn’t even love her, let alone care for her, so it made no sense to me why Snoke was allowing this marriage to even go ahead. Snoke had to know that if the Corellians saw how poorly Hux treated their beloved princess that they would revolt and cause us further issues. Cora deserved better. She deserved to be happy and to be with a man who adored her, and who would keep her safe.

But I wasn’t that man. Nor could I be. And with my growing feelings for her, I knew it was best that I remove myself from the situation. Whilst I believed it was just a stupid crush, I knew that if those feelings developed further, they would do me no good. I had to return to The Supremacy, return to Snoke, and focus on my training. There was a fleeting thought about whether Cora would be safe without me, but I knew Flora would keep her safe for the time being.

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I am writing a fic for it...but I dont know if I should post it here or not

A Royal Affair - Chapter 5 (Kylo RenXOC)

Warnings: None, Perhaps a lil fluff if you squint really really hard.

Chapter 5

Kylo Ren

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Thank you, sorry for the long ass wait. My muse was dwindling and I have a whole new hyper fixation that’s taken hold of me.

A Royal Affair - Chapter 5 (Kylo RenXOC)

Warnings: None, Perhaps a lil fluff if you squint really really hard.

Chapter 5

Kylo Ren

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A Royal Affair - Chapter 5 (Kylo RenXOC)

Warnings: None, Perhaps a lil fluff if you squint really really hard.

Chapter 5

Kylo Ren

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A Royal Affair - Chapter 4 (Kylo RenXOC)

Warnings: None, Perhaps a lil fluff if you squint really really hard.

Chapter 4

Cora Ardmore

Eventually, it was becoming clear that Kylo wasn’t going anywhere, and he wouldn’t have a replacement, either. Neither of us were happy about it, but I figured we had to make the best out of the situation. So, considering he wasn’t as insufferable as Hux and that he would be spending more time with me than my future husband, I wanted to get to know him better. If he were my bodyguard, we needed to trust each other and reach a better level of understanding. My handmaidens helped me dress, Flora keeping guard on the other side of the privacy screen. It seemed she trusted Kylo Ren less than me, not that I could blame her.

Now dressed in a lightweight lilac floral gown, Thomasin, the youngest of my handmaidens, led me over to the dressing table where she made a start on my hair. Thomasin was the best at hair, managing to work it into intricate styles within record time and making sure it was as comfortable as possible. She tied most of my hair back, leaving a few ringlets free to frame my face. Makeup was added and finally, they deemed me ready for the day. Flora glanced over her shoulder at me, her expression softening with kindness. “I’d like to go to the gardens today,” I declared, glancing between her and Kylo.

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A Royal Affair - Chapter 4 (Kylo RenXOC)

Warnings: None, Perhaps a lil fluff if you squint really really hard.

Chapter 4

Cora Ardmore

I didn’t like that. It seemed I needed Kylo’s permission to wander the grounds of my own home. Kylo remained unphased by my request, or at least that’s the aura he gave. Frankly, I had no idea how he felt or what he thought about me most of the time because of that helmet he wore constantly. I’d never seen it removed and because of that, I began to wonder if he might be disfigured, and the helmet was to hide that. Or maybe he wasn’t even human. Humans weren’t so cold, they showed emotions. But his helmet hid his face and his voice. It was like I was constantly guessing with him.

Kylo gave a single short nod to how he would allow my visit to the gardens. I let out a small breath of relief and took the lead. Kylo by my side and my handmaidens behind me, Flora leading them. The castle grounds themselves were huge, acres upon acres of land. A large greenhouse was off to the right, filled with all sorts of plant life from across the galaxy. It also acted as a butterfly house for various species. Straight ahead was a giant patio with outdoor dining furniture within a spacious gazebo. And off to the left was a hedge maze with a secret sun house in the centre. Surrounding all of that was a thick woodland, the trees seeming to stretch on for miles.

A wave of anxiety washed over me as I second-guessed my plan for the day. I hoped that Kylo wouldn’t make me regret trying to extend an olive branch, nor would he betray my trust by exposing the sun house to the likes of Hux. It was a big gamble, but Kylo seemed to dislike Hux almost as much as I did. Continuing forward, I led us to the entrance of the hedge maze before dismissing my handmaidens. Flora eyed me suspiciously, clearly not comfortable leaving me alone with Kylo Ren. “Are you sure?” She asked.

I nodded softly, Flora lingering a few seconds longer before going to join the others. Kylo took a step closer, now invading my personal space as a form of intimidation. I’d seen him do it to others. I did my best to remain calm externally, focusing on my breathing. “I hope this isn’t another poor escape attempt, princess,” Kylo warned. My gaze flicked up to the visor of his helmet, “not at all, Ren.” There were a few seconds of silence from him as if he were reading me before finally, he backed off. I breathed a sigh of relief, thankful for the return of my personal space.

Heading inside the maze with Ren hot on my heels, I remembered every twist and turn not once getting us lost down a dead end. Soon we were in the centre. Unlocking the doors to the sun house, I stepped inside and felt a small tension lift from my shoulders. This place had always been here, and it had always been a secret. It had always been a place I could feel completely safe and at ease. I’d played here all the time as a child and used it as a place to hide when I wanted to avoid princess lessons or royal duties. This place held a lot of fond memories.

It remained untouched from the last time I had been a few months ago now. There was a coffee table between a small two-seater baroque-styled couch and a fainting couch. There was a small kitchen area at the back, nothing special but enough to partake in afternoon tea. A small bookshelf was in the right-hand corner, with a few books and some childhood toys that I hadn’t wanted to part with yet. “What’s this? Some little hideout you had as a child?” He asked, almost as if he wanted to mock me. “Something like that.”

Kylo glanced around the small space, taking everything in. Suddenly he seemed to stiffen, as if offended by something. “What is that?” He demanded. On the wall opposite him was a corkboard filled with various cutouts of Padme Amidala and Leia Organa from magazines or newspapers. Padme was my fashion inspiration. Leia, on the other hand, was what I aspired to be when I was queen. I suppose as Leia was now one of the rebellions generals, he would find it offensive. Gently, I removed the corkboard from the wall, glancing down at the images on it.

“It’s just something I made when I was growing up. I’ve always looked up to both of them. Padme Amidala was fourteen when she became queen of Naboo. I couldn’t imagine taking on that responsibility at that age. It was rumoured that Padme and her handmaidens could change her whole outfit and appearance within ten minutes. She was just an impressive senator as she was a queen, it’s a shame what happened to her. And Leia Organa is someone I’ve always aspired to be, she’s so strong-willed, never backing down in the face of dan-“ “I’m aware,” Kylo snapped, cutting me off quickly.

Perhaps I had gotten a little carried away. Why would he want to hear me talk about something so childish? I placed the corkboard back on the wall, surely a few pictures weren’t offensive to him that I needed to take it down completely. Kylo sat down awkwardly in the centre of the fainting couch, he looked too big for it. Still wanting to try to be civil with him, I went over to the kitchen area to prepare some tea. Tea usually helped. That’s when I remembered the helmet, my shoulders slumping in defeat. I continued to make a pot, even if it was just for myself.

Taking a seat on the couch opposite him, I poured myself a cup and added two sugar cubes and a little milk. “I would offer you some tea, but I’m fairly certain you won’t drink it,” I spoke. “You would be right.” Taking a sip from the cup, I set it back down on the saucer and studied Kylo for a few seconds. “Why do you wear it? The helmet,” I asked. Kylo didn’t seem to know how to sit comfortably on the fainting couch, completely rigid and becoming more so at my question.

“As the master of the Knights of Ren, it’s something I’ve worn since I joined them. But it’s more than that…it…I’d rather not talk about it,” Kylo declared. I found myself interested in what he had to say, leaning forward a little to show I was listening. Whilst I wanted to know more, I also wanted to respect his boundaries. “And why aren’t your knights with you now? Knights normally remain with their master to protect them. Like my handmaidens are always with me,” I asked. Kylo paused, his head tilting an inch before he spoke, “currently, they’re on Ando searching for an ancient Sith temple. Once they have found the exact location and I have the time, I will join them there. Usually, they are with me, but this would be a waste of their time.”

I couldn’t help but feel that was a small jab directed towards me, considering he also found this to be a waste of his time. “How many of them are there?” I asked. “Six, each one of them has their own different skills that make them an important part of the team.” I suppose it was similar to my handmaidens, in a way. Each one of them had been handpicked for their skills. Thomasin was the hair and makeup expert, able to transform my face in twenty minutes. Minthe was my eyes and ears, which made her an excellent lip reader, and then there was Flora, who was trained to defend me from any close-range attacks and always carried a hidden blade should the occasion arise to use it.

“Do your knights have the force like you?” I asked curiously. “They are force sensitive, but not strong enough to wield it.” “And is the force something you were born with? I’ve never met a force user before, so I find it all so fascinating.” Kylo huffed as if my questions were irritating him now. “I’d rather we didn’t get so personal, princess. But yes, I was born with them,” he said shortly. Kylo had put a wall up, allowing me a small glimmer into whom he was before putting up his defences. My shoulders slumped in defeat. I had thought that perhaps asking him about himself would get us on more civil terms, but now he just seemed tense.

A silence fell between us, as I was unsure what I could talk to him about now. I took another sip of my tea, scrambling for anything to fill this uncomfortable silence. “Princess, I understand what you're trying to accomplish. But it’s not a good idea. That being said…I will keep this place a secret from Hux. If he ends up finding out about it, I can assure you it won’t be from me,” Kylo said firmly. My gaze met his visor, a little stunned by his words. He was willing to keep this place a secret for me. To keep it safe and untainted. “That is the whole reason you brought me here, isn’t it? If you didn’t want me to know about it, if you didn’t trust me to keep it a secret, then you wouldn’t have brought me here?” Kylo questioned, his head cocked.

He was right, there was no denying that. “How did you know?” I asked. “Your thoughts are loud.” Clearly, that was the force at work. A part of me didn’t like the idea of him being able to hear all my thoughts, and having access to things that should be private. But then it struck me as odd that he was willing to keep this place a secret. “Why would you do that? Why would you keep this a secret from Hux?” I questioned. He had nothing to gain from this secret and we weren’t friendly enough for him to do something ‘nice’ for me. He’d made that clear enough.

“Would you rather I tell him?” Kylo replied, the threat clear in his tone. “No.” Kylo nodded once, and that was the last either of us spoke about it. Finishing my tea, I took my cup to the sink. With my back to Kylo, I allowed myself to smile softly at his small act of kindness. Whilst Kylo had many unlikable qualities, perhaps he wasn’t a complete monster.

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A Royal Affair - Chapter 3 (Kylo RenXOC)

Warnings: Mentions of death, Mentions of implied violence, A funeral, Hux being an asshole

Chapter 3

Kylo Ren

Now that Cora had no personal guard, I had been forced by Snoke and Hux to take up that mantle. Even when I had protested the idea, Snoke made it clear there was no wiggle room, that it would only be ‘temporary’. An appropriate replacement would be found for me by the time the wedding was over. Snoke had tried to appeal to my ego, saying I was the most suitable fit because of my training, but it didn’t make me feel better about the situation. Frankly, I didn’t want to be anywhere near the woman, let alone the planet. There was little to no reason for me to still be on Corellia when I could be busy doing other things for Snoke.

I had to keep telling myself it was only for a month, and all I had to do was ensure she didn’t escape or kill herself. It seemed a simple enough task, provided she kept her mouth shut. Hux had made sure Stormtroopers were stationed outside her quarters at all times, nobody was allowed in or out unless to deliver her food. He hadn’t even allowed her handmaidens inside. He’d used her quarters as a temporary lavish cell. The troopers didn’t question my presence, allowing me to let myself inside.

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A Royal Affair - Chapter 3 (Kylo RenXOC)

Warnings: Mentions of death, Mentions of implied violence, A funeral, Hux being an asshole

Chapter 3

Kylo Ren

Cora was on her bed, wallowing in self-pity. She wasn’t even dressed properly, probably incapable without her handmaidens. Her cheeks turned red, and she threw a robe over her nightdress to protect her modesty. “I would have appreciated you knocking before entering, I’m not dressed appropriately,” Cora said matter-of-factly. Already her tone was annoying me. She acted as if she was better than me and had some moral high ground over me. She didn’t, and I’d soon make her learn that.

“What do you want?” Cora asked impatiently. “Your fiancée has requested that I babysit you until the wedding or until we find a suitable replacement,” I replied. Cora scoffed, thinking it was a bad joke for a few seconds. When she deemed I was serious, her emerald eyes narrowed. “I don’t need you to babysit me, you already ruined my chances of escaping. There won’t be anymore,” Cora said venomously.

“Your right, there won’t. But that’s not the only thing Hux is worried about. He doesn’t want you harming yourself before the wedding. So, for the time being, you’re stuck with me. And I can assure you, I’m just as unhappy about this arrangement as you are.” “Then why are you doing it? I didn’t think the Jedi Killer of all people would take orders from a General.” I glared at her from behind my helmet, “I’m not taking orders from him. The only person I take orders from is the Supreme Leader.”

“And did your Supreme leader order you to kill Varidun? You could have spared him, arrested him if you felt the need to punish him.” “The supreme leader didn’t. But your previous guard made his choice when he led you through those tunnels. Be grateful I chose to spare you unless you’d like to meet his fate as well?” Cora didn’t shrink back as I had expected at the threat, instead, she stood her ground. This would not work in her favour, especially if she continued to show this level of defiance to Hux. “Nothing will happen to me, or you will lose this planet. You and Hux need me alive to strengthen this so-called alliance and so my people don’t see through you and revolt. Because whilst I have no doubt The First Order would cull the planet, I also know it would be a waste of resources you can’t afford to lose,” she said matter-of-factly.

Perhaps she was smarter than I had previously given her credit for. Not that I would ever admit that to her, the last thing a royal needed was a bigger ego. “I would suggest watching your tongue around Hux if you want to keep it. Whilst I cannot harm you, he can. And whilst he won’t kill you, I’m sure that won’t stop him from hurting you. So, my advice is if you want to survive your marriage. Behave,” I replied coldly. Cora rolled her eyes at me before going to her wardrobe and picking out a dress. “Now that you’re here, does that mean I’m allowed out of my room? I’d like to have breakfast if you partake in that sort of thing,” Cora asked. “I partake in private. But I see no harm in leaving your quarters for now, so long as you don’t make me regret it.”

She shot me a glare before stepping behind the privacy screen. Before Cora could begin to dress herself, arguing could be heard from outside her quarters. I figured it was best to investigate and send whomever it was on their way. Opening the door, I saw Cora’s handmaidens, the chief one arguing with the stormtroopers as they denied the handmaidens access. “If he’s allowed in her quarters, then so are we. Her royal highness needs our assistance with her royal duties. Now kindly step aside,” she argued. “Nobody but the commander is permitted access inside. Not even you, now move along,” the stormtrooper replied.

“Let them through, the princess can’t even dress herself without their help,” I spoke up. The chief handmaiden turned her glare to me, not seemingly afraid of my presence like the rest of the Palace staff had been. It was almost amusing how much fire was in the woman’s hazel eyes. The stormtroopers let them pass without a word. The women entered Cora’s quarters and went behind the screen to help her dress. All except the chief one who stood before the privacy screen and kept a close eye on me.

“Why have you been allowed entry after three days but not us?” She asked. “He’s going to be my new personal guard, Flora,” Cora answered her before I could. Flora turned her nose up at the fact. Perhaps I had been wrong earlier, perhaps Cora’s handmaidens were worse than her. “There must be someone else,” Flora argued. Never had I met or seen a handmaiden that was so...mouthy. Most handmaidens would be scolded for talking this boldly by now. But Flora and Cora spoke as if they were old friends.

Finally, Cora was ready for the day, her dress whilst a simple green silk gown had a sense of elegance to it. Or maybe that was just her. Cora’s hair had been pinned back and her handmaidens had added some light makeup. “So, breakfast?” Cora asked. “Would you like it here or in the dining hall?” Flora asked. “The dining hall, please. Preferably the private one. If there are no other available personal guards, then Ren and I are going to have to be civil and get to know each other better. Whether either of us like it or not.”

Now that was much more mature compared to what I walked in on this morning. The handmaidens followed behind Cora and I as we made our way to the dining hall. This dining hall was smaller than the other I had seen, obviously, the Ardmore family reserved this room for more intimate dinners between them or close friends. A place was set for me, and food was also brought, not that I would eat it. Flora lingered nearby, clearly not trusting me around her precious princess. It was irritating, perhaps if she wanted my job so badly I could convince Hux to let her have it. “Are all your handmaidens this mouthy?” I asked.

Cora glanced at Flora and then back at me. Flora didn’t seem impressed with the comment, not that I cared for her feelings or opinion. A hint of a smile played at Cora’s lips. “Not all of them. Just Flora. She’s been like this since we met. Flora is allowed to speak freely, as I cannot all the time. She’s able to vocalise my thoughts when it wouldn’t be appropriate for me too,” she explained. “You’ll want to watch that mouth around Hux considering what happened to your decoy. I’m sure you don’t want to lose anyone else,” I warned both of them.

She nodded once to show she understood and would heed the warning before eating a bite of fruit. “And what can you tell me about my supposed future husband? Whilst he’s so insistent on this marriage, he also hasn’t exactly made the time for us to get to know each other,” Cora asked. “General Armitage Hux is thirty-five years old and enjoys tarine tea. He’s very nit-picky and will complain about everything and anything. He is the bastard of Brendol Hux, and the two hated each other. Understandable when Armitage was an embarrassment to his reputation and Brendol was abusive. Hux senior met a rather disturbing end when he was found liquefied in a bacta tank. Everyone knows either Hux orchestrated it, or he carried it out, but no one would dare say it out loud. Armitage is a known sadist and enjoys inflicting pain on any of his female companions. They don’t usually last long in his care.”

The more I told Cora, the more she seemed to lose her previous confidence, her shoulders slumping as she shrunk in her seat. Her calm demeanour had dropped, worry evident in her emerald green eyes. “You’re supposed to be babysitting me, not making me want to attempt another escape,” Cora replied. “Oops,” I said, completely deadpan. “And he’s always been this…detestable?” I nodded once. For as long as I had known him, Armitage Hux had always been a pain in the ass. Good at his job, yes, but also completely insufferable. Truthfully, I couldn’t blame Cora for wanting to run but I also couldn’t allow it, considering the alliance between The First Order and Corellia.

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The day of Gela Ardmore’s funeral arrived. Cora was dressed in a black modest gown, her handmaidens helping her with her hair and makeup. They didn’t make her look too grand, nor did they go too heavy with the makeup considering she’d be crying once the ceremony began. Cora was trying to put on a brave face, likely because I was present. I wanted to tell her she didn’t need to, considering she was burying her mother today, but I figured it was best I stay quiet.

Once Cora was ready, we headed downstairs to the throne room, where eventually her father joined her, also dressed in black. Salth hugged her tightly, whispering comforting words to her before the moment was ruined by Hux. Cora glared at him, separating from her father. “You are not welcome here, not today,” she hissed. “As your fiancé, I wanted to be here to support you emotionally and pay my respects. Besides, we must keep up appearances in front of your people.”

Cora was rigid with rage, bordering on shaking, “is that really all you care about? Your reputation? If you had any respect, you’d leave us alone to mourn for the day.” “Be grateful I’m choosing to respect your planet’s funeral traditions. I could easily have the funeral called off and have your mother tossed in an incinerator like your previous guard.” Cora’s eyes glassed over with tears, and she took a step forward, ready to play right into Hux’s hands. It was obvious he wanted a rise out of her; he did to me enough times. Now was the time to intervene before Cora said something Hux would later make her regret.

“Princess, that’s enough. Your mother will have the funeral she deserves and the general will be present,” I interrupted firmly. Both of them looked at me, Cora still glaring although it had softened slightly. Hux smirked before offering Cora his arm. He wanted to clearly play the role of a supportive fiancé in front of her people, even though that was the furthest thing from the truth. Cora refused his arm, instead taking her father’s before the two of them exited the throne room. Waiting at the entrance of the palace was the open casket of Gela, a handful of guards present around the casket.

Cora caved at the sight of her mother, sobbing quietly. Her father remained strong, knowing if he buckled in front of everyone, it would be seen as a weakness. The casket was led outside by the guards, down the steps to the crowd waiting to mourn their queen. Cora’s handmaidens followed behind her and Hux and I followed behind them. Although it was clear Hux was looking for his opening to take Cora’s arm. The crowd parted, and the procession ended at the funeral temple.

Once inside, that’s when Hux barged past the handmaidens and linked his arm with Cora’s, pulling her from her father. She made a small sound of protest as he wrapped his arm around her waist, trying to console her in front of everyone. Even I was irritated by his pathetic performance. Cora wriggled free from Hux before returning to her father. Her handmaidens moved closer, standing around Cora, and acting as a barrier between her and Hux. His false smile fell, turning into a glare before he gave up his attempts and let them comfort Cora.

Once the service was over and the body was buried, we returned to the palace. Flora was leading Cora this time, letting her cry on her shoulder. It was clear that Flora was more than just a handmaiden to Cora, the two of them had a very close bond similar to lifelong friends. And that’s probably what Cora needed most right now, was a friend. As we reached Cora’s quarters, I allowed them inside but didn’t venture further. Instead, I closed the door and waited outside, allowing Cora to have a moment of privacy and peace. It was the least I could do.

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A Royal Affair - Chapter 2 (Kylo RenXOC)

Warnings: Violence, Character deaths, Hux is still an asshole, Kylo is also an asshole, Slight horror elements

Chapter 2

Cora Ardmore

It had been a full rotation since The First Order had invaded my home and it already felt like I was suffocating. Stormtroopers seemed to be everywhere, Officers were coming and going as they pleased and worst of all was their precious General and Commander. Although I hadn’t quite determined which of the two were worse at the moment. Kylo Ren, the Jedi killer, was silent, more of a looming, foreboding presence. He was intimidating to everyone and anyone that came into contact with him, including those supposedly on his side. The only person who didn’t seem bothered by Kylo Ren’s brooding was General Hux. My fiancée.

Showing him around the palace had been gruelling and infuriating. The way he eyed me up like some prize to be won was repulsive. And whilst I had encountered that look many times before from princes and politicians, there was something about the way Hux did it that made my skin crawl. Perhaps it was his determination and arrogance. I had attempted to protest the marriage not only with him but my parents, but it seemed there was no wiggle room. Whilst I was worried about my own fate, I was also worried about what this would mean regarding Corellia’s alliance with Kuat.

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Warnings: Violence, Character deaths, Hux is still an asshole, Kylo is also an asshole, Slight horror elements

Chapter 2

Cora Ardmore

My former fiancée, Prince Jax Grespa, was someone whom I had gotten along with. Whilst the marriage would have also been purely political, it still had somewhat been my choice. I’d had plenty of time to get to know Jax previously and we were at least friendly and had trust for each other. I just had to hope he wouldn’t see it as a betrayal, that he would see the truth of this new arrangement. Well, more hostage situation. And it was made worse by being a hostage in my own home.

Hux was already acting like he owned the place and the staff. And my handmaidens and personal guard were already as sick of him as I was. My chief handmaiden, Flora, had already been very vocal about her distaste for the man. But she always had been very vocal regardless of the situation. Hux’s quarters were down the hall beside Kylo Ren’s. I would have preferred to put more distance between my bedroom and theirs, so it didn’t feel like they were breathing down my neck constantly. But Hux had made it clear that he didn’t trust me quite yet. Nor should he. I was determined to fight him every step of the way.

Retreating to my quarters, which were the only safe place in the palace, I took a few moments for myself. Other planets must have heard about the invasion by now, and they had to be arranging forces to help us. At least, I hoped they were. After only having ten minutes to myself, there was a hurried knock at the door. “My lady?” Came Varidun’s voice. He sounded tense, understandably so when The First Order was scrutinizing everyone within the palace. Yet I was worried about what news awaited me on the other side of the door. I ushered my personal guard inside, making sure nobody was around to eavesdrop.

“What is it?” I asked. I couldn’t help but notice the bulk of his armour under his greatcoat and that just gave me more questions. Varidun held out a bag for me to take. “I have come with orders from your mother. You are to change into these and then accompany me through the lower levels to a waiting speeder,” Varidun explained. I felt a small glimmer of hope at what he was implying. Taking the bag from him, I looked inside to find handmaiden robes and a hooded cloak. Without further question, I went behind a screen to change into the clothes provided. I trusted Varidun with my life and I had since I was a little girl.

“Are we going to Kuat?” I asked in a hushed whisper. “It’s one of the locations I have been authorized to take you. Your mother did not wish to know, should anything happen.” Nerves bubbled inside my stomach, neither of us would be safe until we were off the planet. Once dressed, I stepped out from behind the screen. “I suppose I can’t even say goodbye to my parents?” I asked solemnly, already knowing the answer. Varidun shook his head, my heart sinking at the realization not only would I not be able to say goodbye to my parents, but I also would likely never be able to return home.

Varidun opened the door to my room and once he deemed the coast was clear, he ushered me over. “Stay close to me and keep your head low,” he instructed. Nodding gently, I did as I was told and followed him out of my quarters. Keeping my eyes on the floor, I remained silent, although my heart pounded with every step. We passed a group of stormtroopers, but thankfully, they didn’t seem to notice us. Only once we turned a corner did I release the breath I had been holding. My stomach was a mixture of nerves and excitement and I had to reign in my hope just in case the worst happened. Once we were clear of the planet, then I could celebrate.

Varidun led me down a staircase that took us to the lower levels. We eventually stopped at a bookcase, Varidun looking around to check the coast was clear. Once he deemed it was safe, he lifted a book to reveal a small pin code panel. Punching in a string of numbers, the bookcase opened with a hiss to reveal an old service elevator. I had known the palace was filled with various secret tunnels and doors in case my family needed to escape for a number of reasons, but I had never come across them myself. Stepping inside, Varidun pressed a button for the level three sub-basement.

The lift eventually stops, the doors sliding open to reveal a service tunnel. The walls are coloured a faded silver durasteel, although a pipe had burst somewhere causing a small ankle-deep flood. Stepping out of the lift, my shoes and the bottom of my skirt were immediately soaked. Varidun opened a small box that was mounted on the wall and produced two small clip-on flashlights. Once his was attached, he handed me the other one. “Here, it won’t light up much, but they will stop us from tripping over,” Varidun spoke. “Thank you.”

The torch looked old; I wondered if it would even work, let alone have a beam big enough for use. Turning it on, the light was dim, but it was better than nothing. Varidun led me down the tunnel, the water splashing noisily with each step we took. “I had no idea all this was down here,” I mused. “It’s been here longer than the palace itself. From my understanding, Corellia, much like Coruscant, is built upon several sub-layers of infrastructure that keep the city running,” Varidun explained. He took another left turn before a right turn. Not once did he hesitate, seeming to know exactly which path to take, as if he had frequently been down here.

“Is it just you and my mother who know? Or has a decoy been put in my place for the time being?” I asked. It wasn’t uncommon for the royal family to have decoys should there be any attempts on our lives. I remembered being fascinated by my decoy as a child, and even now I wondered how they found women that looked so similar to me. “Yes, a decoy has been put in place,” Varidun finally answered. “I see.” I wondered how long it would take before Hux noticed a decoy had taken my place. We couldn’t have much more time before someone noticed I was gone, as was my personal guard.

“It’s not much further, once we reach the main pumping station, our path back to the surface begins,” Varidun broke the silence. We took a few more twists and turns before Varidun came to a dead stop before me quick enough that I almost bumped into him. I could hear the familiar hum of a saber before I saw the red crossguard illuminating the tunnels. Dread pooled in my stomach and tears pricked at my eyes at the sight of Kylo Ren. He must have been down here the entire time, lurking in the shadows and waiting to ambush us.

“Princess, your fiancée was getting worried about you,” Kylo said, the sarcasm unmistakable even through the voice modulator of his helmet. Varidun remained between us, drawing his vibro-sword, “the princess isn’t allowed to go for walks on her own land anymore?” I cowered behind Varidun, completely useless in this situation. All my previous hopes were gone, replaced with the dread that I was going to die. “Not to the speeder waiting for the two of you at the end of the tunnel, no. Now, either we can escort her back together or I can do it myself,” Kylo offered.

“I don’t think her royal highness wishes to return with you,” Varidun replied. Varidun readied himself, his free hand on his blaster. He didn’t move, however, he wouldn’t until Kylo did. I, on the other hand, prepared myself to run. Kylo sighed, the sound coming out as static before advancing on us. Varidun stepped forward, ready to meet him in the middle. He drew his blaster, firing a few rounds at Kylo as the gap between them continued to close.

I turned and ran, losing myself in the twists and turns of the tunnels. Only once I had run out of breath did I stop, straining my ears to listen for movement. Another blaster shot rang out before hitting the water with a splash, meaning Kylo had likely deflected it with his saber or the force. Every sound echoed off the walls, and Varidun suddenly cried out in pain. My heart sank at the sound, and I froze, unsure what to do next. The more time that passed with only silence, the more I thought that Varidun was dead.

Another pained cry echoed through the tunnels, confirming that he was still alive. For how much longer, however, I had no idea. It wasn’t until Varidun howled with pain again that I realized just what Kylo was doing. Kylo was a force user, he could have killed Varidun easily, but he had chosen not to. Now torturing him in the hopes of luring me out. Tears pricked at my eyes, and I covered my ears, trying to drown out Varidun’s screams. But no matter how hard I pressed down, I could still hear him, the sound engrained in my mind now.

“Princess, you can end his pain by surrendering. Come out and I’ll spare what’s left of him,” Kylo called. I couldn’t be sure if Kylo was telling the truth, but a part of me wanted to believe I could save Varidun even if I sacrificed my freedom. I knew Varidun wouldn’t be happy if I did so, but it felt wrong to let him die at Kylo’s hand. Whilst it was a part of Varidun’s job to give his life to protect my family and I that didn’t mean I didn’t care about his safety and well-being. But I knew Varidun, and I knew if I surrendered, he wouldn’t be happy at all. He’d want me to run.

“Or you can keep hiding and listen to me kill him. Then I’ll have no choice but to hunt you down and drag you back to the palace,” Kylo threatened. The last thing I wanted was the Jedi killer hunting me, I could only imagine the things he’d do to me before taking me back to the palace. I needed to move, try, and find another exit before Kylo could reach me. Glancing down at the light in my hand, I knew I had no choice but to turn it off so it wouldn’t give away my position.

With shaking hands, I killed the light, plunging myself into complete darkness. Taking a few deep breaths for courage, I took a small step forward, water splashing around my ankles. My heart leapt in my throat at the sound, now afraid that it had given away my position. Glancing around, I looked for any signs of the red blade and listened for its familiar hum or any footsteps. Nothing but silence. Placing my hand on the wall, I used it as a guide as I gently shuffled forward, desperately trying to not make a sound.

Taking the next turn, I prayed internally for some kind of light up ahead, but I was just greeted with more darkness. My heart was pounding hard against my chest, and I was afraid of every step I took, but I had to keep going. I couldn’t just sit around and wait for Kylo to find me. I took a few more turns and there was still no end in sight. My fear was starting to win out, I was lost. I was stuck in this maze of tunnels with a man who might kill me, and I was never going to find my way out.

Hearing a noise from behind me, I whipped around, trying to search the darkness for the source. There were a few seconds of silence before the angry red of Kylo’s saber cut through the darkness. It only illuminated his helmet, which was now advancing on me like some kind of bodiless apparition. I couldn’t help but let out a small yelp before turning and running blindly into the darkness. I barely made it a few steps before Kylo reached out with the force and froze me in place.

No matter how hard I willed my limbs to move, they remained still. Now the sob that had been building in my throat spilled free, crying like a frightened child. Kylo reached me, now standing before me and looking down at his captured prey. “P-please, don’t hurt me,” I pleaded. “I have no interest in hurting you, only returning you to your fiancée. However, I cannot say for certain that he will be so merciful.” Kylo wrapped his hand around my upper arm and practically dragged me back through the tunnels and to the palace.

Even as he pulled me into the throne room, I couldn’t stop my tears, crying for my lost freedom, the loss of my friend and now in fear of the consequences of my actions. Hux was waiting in the throne room, as were my parents. Stormtroopers stood behind my parents, making sure they didn’t make any sudden movements. My decoy lay at Hux’s feet, still and silent. There wasn’t even the soft rise and fall of her breaths. He’d killed her, choked her to death, judging by the red and purple marks across her neck.

Kylo released me, knowing I had nowhere to run. My mother looked panicked by my return, likely having already put the pieces together regarding Varidun’s demise. Hux turned his attention to me, smiling as if glad to see me safely returned. Although his smile was bordering on a smirk. “Ah, Cora, we were just wondering where you were. You had us all worried,” he said with false concern, “good thing Ren found you.” Hux pulled me closer, grasping my chin hard. His smile faded, replaced with a look of contempt.

“You really thought I’d be stupid enough to not foresee an escape attempt? You thought you could get away from me?” He hissed, “you are mine-“ “Not yet, she’s not,” my mother snapped, cutting Hux off, “you may think you have control over my planet and my people because you outgun us but until the wedding and coronation you are nothing, you are entitled to nothing, least of all my daughter.” Hux released his hold on me, slowly turning to face my mother. She had stepped forward, ignoring the threatening stormtrooper behind her.

“And I suppose it was you who was behind her escape attempt?” Hux asked. My mother scoffed, ready to lie, but Hux cut her off. “I saw the panic in your eyes when Ren brought her in here, you were the one who told her guard to take her through the tunnels,” he continued. “I didn’t even know the tunnels existed.” Hux smirked, seeing through her lie, “if not you then it must have been your husband.” He glanced over at the stormtroopers behind my father and nodded. The troopers forced my father down to his knees, their blasters trained on the back of his head.

“No! Please don’t,” I pleaded. Kylo placed his hand on my shoulder, pulling me back and keeping me still. No matter how much I struggled, he wouldn’t release me. Hux pulled out his own blaster and fired at my mother, hitting her with a fatal shot to the chest. I cried out in anguish as my mother fell to the floor, lifeless. My father watched on helplessly with tears in his eyes, he knew there was nothing he could do or say with Hux turning his wrath on either of us. “And that is what happens to traitors. Have I made my point clear, Cora?” Hux asked.

I was too distraught to speak, unable to take my eyes off my mother. As if enough hadn’t been taken from me today, now these monsters had to take my mother. Annoyed with my silence, Hux stepped closer, now forcing my gaze on him. “Have I made my point clear, Cora?” He repeated, determined to get a response from me. “You’re a monster,” I managed through my tears. “You have no idea.” Hux gave a soft nod to Ren, who released me, and I ran to my mother, cradling her.

My father was also released, coming to console me and mourn his wife. Gently, he pried my arms from my mother so he could properly embrace me, stroking my hair and hushing me in the way only a parent could to their child. This was all my fault, if I had been faster through the tunnels, if I had tried harder to escape, then Kylo never would have found me, and my mother would have been spared. Not only my mother, but perhaps Varidun too. Both of them were gone to protect me. How many more would I lose under the watch of The First Order?

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A Royal Affair - Chapter 1 (Kylo RenXOC)

Warnings: Violence, Hux is not nice, Hux does not have good intentions, Forced/Arranged Marriage

Chapter 1

Kylo Ren

As I looked at the planet before me, I felt hesitant to press forward regardless of the Supreme Leaders’ orders. Corellia had been my father’s home world, one that he had been so desperate to get away from. The last thing I needed was to be distracted by remnants of my father. “Commander, we’re ready when you are,” came a pilot’s voice through my com system. The voice brought me out of my thoughts and reminded me of the small fleet of ties behind me as well as the star destroyer, all ready to invade the planet before us.

Corellia was known for its excellent star ships and would be an excellent ally to The First Order. Whether they were willing or not. It wouldn’t matter by the end of the next rotation. Coordinates were set for the planet’s capital; Coronet City and I led the fleet forward. There was some more static over the coms as Corellia’s planetary control system attempted to make contact. I ignored the voice demanding my ship’s ID and name. They’d know soon enough. As I entered the atmosphere, I assessed the situation. Ships had already taken off to defend the city, and I had strict instructions to keep the planet’s surface as intact as possible. Especially the palace.

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Warnings: Violence, Hux is not nice, Hux does not have good intentions, Forced/Arranged Marriage

Chapter 1

Kylo Ren

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A Royal Affair - Chapter 1 (Kylo RenXOC)

AN: I just want to warn people that this is definitely a darker fic from me. Plus I do not hate General Hux at all regardless of how I'm portraying him in this fic, I love him but have some dark headcanons about him. I also want to thank @neeharlow and @kittyofalltrades for helping bringing this fic to life with our roleplay thread :D

Warnings: Violence, Hux is not nice, Hux does not have good intentions, Forced/Arranged Marriage

Chapter 1

Kylo Ren

Corellia was known for its excellent star ships and would be an excellent ally to The First Order. Whether they were willing or not. It wouldn’t matter by the end of the next rotation. Coordinates were set for the planet’s capital; Coronet City and I led the fleet forward. There was some more static over the coms as Corellia’s planetary control system attempted to make contact. I ignored the voice demanding my ship's ID and name. They'd know soon enough. As I entered the atmosphere, I assessed the situation. Ships had already taken off to defend the city, and I had strict instructions to keep the planet’s surface as intact as possible. Especially the palace.

“We demand that you identify yourself or you will be met with hostile force!” Ignoring the voice on the coms again, I made my intentions clear by firing at the closest ship. The ship exploded in a burst of orange flames and smoke before the four other ships fired at me and the oncoming ties. My shields would hold long enough for me to evade their fire. Quickly I flew down, passing them from below before racing for the palace. They wouldn’t fire at their own monarchy, and I would need to get there before they could evacuate.

The palace was soon in sight, as were more ships to defend the city. I fired at the first one, the ship’s side getting caught in the blast and hurtling to the ground. Making a sharp right, I flew around to the side of the palace, searching for the landing pads. There was a shuttle parked with the side open, ready for the royal family to board it. Not that they would now. I fired, destroying the shuttle and any means of escape.

One by one, their defensive fighters were obliterated, and I could land alongside the shuttle filled with stormtroopers. Putting my helmet back in place, I then exited my ship and drew my saber. Igniting my weapon, I deflected any oncoming blaster fire from the royal guard. General Hux had also disembarked the shuttle, staying behind the stormtroopers but still aiding in the fight with his own blaster.

Our numbers were too great for them, and we pushed them back inside the palace, where more of their troops waited. Soon enough, bodies littered the floor and we pressed on. Hux directed us to the throne room where we caught sight of the royal family being escorted to safety by their personal guard. Hux let me take the lead, as I cut down more of the men before us.

Eventually, we cornered the royal family in a small chamber. Their lone personal guard stood before them, his vibrosword drawn. King Salth stood beside him, to defend his wife and daughter with a simple blaster. Using the force, I pulled the blaster from Salth’s hand and then tossed their personal guard aside, knocking him unconscious. “What do you want from us?” Salth demanded. Keeping my saber ignited, I allowed Hux to take over, considering he was the better one at negotiations.

“Your planet is known for its excellent starships and weaponry. The First Order is in need of both, therefore we wanted to extend an invitation to an alliance. One you would be wise to take,” Hux answered. “You will have your ships provided you don't harm anyone else. But we do not want any part of your war with The Resistance. Once you have what you want, I ask that you leave peacefully.” The younger of the two women daringly looked up, glaring at Hux and I. She was clearly the couple’s daughter.

Her long black hair was tied back in a long braid with small gold thread weaved into the strands. Her eyes were the same shade of green as an emerald. She wore a tight green silk dress, the gold straps hanging loose around her shoulders. Even with such loathing in her eyes, there was no denying her beauty. Hux had also seemed to notice her beauty, practically leering at her before turning his attention back to Salth.

“If you are not allied with the First Order, then you are considered traitors and will be destroyed once we have taken what we need, which would be such a waste of your people and resources when the First Order can help your people to grow with recruitment opportunities. And to further unite our people, I believe it would be wise to have your daughter’s hand in marriage,” Hux explained.

The three of them looked at Hux in horror at his request. Salth shook his head, not even thinking about the consequences of his refusal. “I told you, you will have your ships, but I will not allow you to marry my daughter. I cannot. She is already betrothed to another. If I call off that marriage then I will lose our alliance with Kuat,” Salth protested. Hux sighed, “and if you don’t give me what I want, you’ll lose everything. I figured it would be an easy decision to make. We can be out of range within the hour whilst I have Starkiller Base prepare itself to wipe you off any and all star maps. Corellia will be the new Alderaan,” Hux added the final part with a smirk.

My fists clenched at his words, and whilst I wanted to turn and glare at him, I knew it wouldn’t do me any favours. I kept my gaze on the princess. Salth was backed into a corner, and he was finally realizing it. Hux was growing impatient and glanced at me, motioning to the princess. Using the force, I applied pressure to her throat, making it difficult for her to breathe. Hux was always the better one at political discussions whilst I was the brute force that sealed the deal.

The princess clutched her throat as if trying to pry the invisible hands from her flesh. Her mother was at her side, panicking that she’d lose her daughter. Queen Gela’s gaze met her husband’s, and she begged him silently to agree to our demands. “All right! Release my daughter and you will have what you want,” Salth finally relented with a defeated sigh. I released the girl, who gasped for air once the pressure was gone. She managed to fix me with a glare as she got her breathing even. “I knew you’d make the right choice,” Hux smirked, “once you have informed her previous fiancée of the news, we can all move forward with our alliance.”

Hux stepped forward, approaching his future bride. Grasping her chin, he tilted her head as if inspecting her like she were a slave for sale. Even in the face of danger, she still scowled at him, a look that probably would have frightened lesser men. “Cora, am I correct?” Hux asked. She shook herself free of his touch as if it repulsed her. The girl straightened herself and folded her arms over her chest. “Correct,” she answered coldly. “Why don’t you give me a tour of my new home? And have your handmaidens find me some suitable quarters.”

He offered her his arm, and Cora looked at it as if the appendage was offensive. She didn’t say anything, she simply turned away from him and headed down the hallway. Hux followed her. I exited the room to inform the troopers that we would be staying for the foreseeable future before notifying Snoke of our victory and developing alliance. He seemed indifferent to Hux’s future marriage to Cora. As was I. Whilst I felt a hint of sympathy towards the girl for having to marry a man as insufferable as Hux, it seemed he may be getting more than he bargained for, as she was determined to fight him every step of the way.

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