mandalore martyr | mando x poe

05

The wedding reception was rather dull.

"Congratulations,"

"Who are you?"

"Well, I'm the president of—"

"Never mind. Excuse me for a moment."

Did anyone in the universe have any basic decency? He had gotten married only thirty standard minutes prior yet world leaders and government officials were already jumping at the chance to get in the good graces of the king's husband. As if he held any power whatsoever besides arm candy.

Speaking of which, when first entering the reception, the mandalorian had dropped Poe's hand the first chance he got as if it had burned him. They hadn't been in the presence of each other the entire evening. Poe wasn't entirely opposed to such a relationship if that's what the king wanted, but he found it odd to say the least.

"Ignoring the masses, are you?" Finn spoke up as soon as the pilot glued himself to his side.

"They're going to eat me." Poe clung to his best friend's arm, looking around at the wave of politicians. "And this shiny armor is a literal beacon for them."

The two laughed together for only a few moments before they were interrupted, by none other than a chancellor who introduced himself as the ruler of a rich mining planet called Darneale.

"Yes, I believe I've heard of it." Poe drawled with a bored expression evident on his face. He tried to focus on the man's face but only found himself staring at a blank spot on the wall behind his shoulder.

"It's a very profitable planet and I'm sure your beloved would appreciate a portion of the profits if he would give us a few mandos for protection." The man's words were slightly slurred though Poe couldn't tell if it was drunkenness or an accent, maybe both.

Poe only nodded. He knew that gracing people like the chancellor with a spoken response would only egg them on even more. He turned to Finn, setting his hand on his shoulder for a moment.

"I'm going to go get a drink, want anything?" To which Finn shook his head no, explaining that he didn't want to co-pilot a ship while tipsy.

The walk to the bar felt like miles in Poe's boots. They were a hard leather that didn't show any signs of breaking in. He felt infuriated as he sat down, immediately ordering a non-alcoholic drink. Poe didn't need a wedding night in which he was intoxicated.

He grimaced at the idea of what the night would ensue.

"Wouldn't you want something stronger?"

It was the chancellor, of course it was. He couldn't catch a break, could he?

"Nope." The pilot popped the 'p' before taking another sip of his drink.

Of course, the man took the reply as an invitation to sit next to Poe, on his left. All the while Poe was sitting on the very right edge of his seat.

"Why aren't you with your spouse?" The man leaned closer than Poe would have preferred.

The pilot merely shrugged his shoulders, staring at his drink before getting up and leaving to a more quiet corner of the large room. He heard footsteps behind him when he stopped moving. Please leave, please leave, please leave.

"Ah," The chancellor was there as soon as Poe turned around. "So it's that type of marriage is it?" He sidled up closer at the commander's silence, mocking a stage whisper.

"Then you, of course, wouldn't mind if I..." The world leader suggested, placing a strong hand on the side of Poe's torso. It quickly traveled downwards.