The Final Order (Kylo Ren x Reader)

War of Hearts

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If it were up to Kylo, he would have stayed at Princess's side for the entirety of her recovery. But unfortunately, he still had other duties to attend to. After the cultist attack, insurrections were a topic of conversation like they'd never been before, which was saying something. The cultists couldn't have expected to win; if anything, it seemed like their idea of a noble suicide mission. But even so, no one had attempted to overthrow the Order before.

It felt like he was spending all of his times in council meetings. The security of Princess's coronation was a heavy question now, which was only worsening his stress. He sat in his throne, with his fists curled, joined by countless other council members positioned in a semi-circle in the court room, discussing how they were going to keep Princess alive. And that's how it had been for days.

Of course, whenever he could, he would visit Princess. Her shoulder was healed as was her concussion. It made Kylo ill to think about the fact that he wasn't there to help care for and comfort her, especially on the first night following the attack.

Finally, after several days, things began to calm down. They had redistributed the 'troopers to maximize security. The airfleet was cracking down on sweeps and surprise inspections. The cultists had been building a fleet on Mustafar. The day after the attack, the Order had paid Mustafar a visit. Suffice it to say that the Mustafarians were no more, and it was no longer an inhabited planet. Kylo should have wiped them out a year ago--as a matter of fact, he had tried. But worms liked to burrow beneath the dirt, out of sight.

 However, it was beginning to look like the Order's reputation would recover from the attack. But on the off-chance he got to swing by the infirmary for a short visit, Princess was usually unconscious, or too dazed by her pain medications to speak to him. Or even to realize that he was there.

And that hurt.

He missed her, he realized.

Kylo was standing in the throne room after speaking to Captain Verse about 'trooper security for the coronation. He was eager to leave; it was his last bit of business for the day. Apparently, Princess had finally been allowed to leave the infirmary, and was back in her own room. He was anxious to go to her. But naturally, something stopped him, just about he was about to leave the throne room for the day.

"Sir." Kylo stopped in his tracks, turning. It was Grand Moff Oberon. Newly appointed Grand Moff Oberon. Kylo grit his teeth. "As your advisor and second in command, I feel it's my duty to speak with you on the state of the galaxy."

Kylo didn't speak, or even look at Oberon, but that was permission enough to continue.

Oberon cleared his throat. "As you know, the Order hasn't really done anything since Exegol."

Kylo felt his brow knit. Done anything? Done anything--as in blow up planets? Kylo felt his teeth clench. So far, he didn't like Oberon. The Moff spoke of obliterating planets the same way a child might speak about playing with its favorite toys.

"There's nothing to be done," Kylo responded gruffly. "The galaxy is silent. Broken as it may be, I've never seen an era of peace like this in all of my years with the Order."

"Peace," Moff Oberon echoed, sliding the sound over his teeth, as if he could feel the word in his mouth but was trying desperately not to taste it. "Emperor-"

"What would you have me do?" Kylo snapped, whipping his head towards the Moff. "There are no disloyal planets left. Everyone has surrendered to me."