The Final Order (Kylo Ren x Reader)

Finding it Elsewhere

CHAPTER NOTES : BESTIE I'M AFRAID TO SHOW YOU THIS BESTIE I'M AFRAID TO SHOW YOU THIS BESTIE I'M AFRAID TO SHOW YOU THIS BESTIE I'M-

TW: dubcon (drug and alcohol use w/ implied sex)

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On the outskirts of Theed, some remnants of the forest had survived, scatterings of half-burnt bark and sad whisperings of leaves lining the cliffside. Most of the trees had been obliterated during the uprisings, not unlike much of the city, which had since been rebuilt. Even more patches of foliage had been cleared out to build the weapons factory, which was close enough to the palace to settle an unpleasant haze across the royal backdrop, but far enough so you weren't constantly choking on smoke.

Days had passed since what...transpired in Evander's tomb. Whether or not the Knights knew about it, you didn't care to ask. But you still found yourself walking with three of them, combing through what was left of the forest. Technically, you were accompanying them on a security mission. But in all honesty, you didn't care what they were doing.

Anything to get you out of that palace.

Anything to keep you far, far away from Kylo kriffing Ren.

Because your marriage was nothing but a political alliance, there was really nothing stopping you from packing your bags and moving back to Hapes for all you cared—not that Kylo would let you. But as far as you were concerned, each and every romantic aspect of your relationship was dead and gone, buried under the ground with Evander. Your marriage was a treaty. So neither of you had any personal obligations towards the other.

The only problem was that Kylo couldn't seem to wrap his head around that concept.

In the tomb, he'd said that you were going to be either his prisoner or his wife. Apparently, he actually wanted you to be both.

All you knew was that you never wanted to see him again. But as much as you tried to convince yourself it was solely because you hated him and could never see yourself forgiving him, there was something else pulling at the back of your mind. You didn't want a repeat of what happened in the mausoleum.

Because if you were alone with him again, you couldn't be sure that you'd be able to resist him.

And the thought terrified you.

So you decided it would be best to stay as far away from him as possible. To keep what happened in the tomb from ever happening again.

So, instead of hanging around the palace, you'd elected to follow the Knights around. Regrettably, your upcoming coronation meant that they were as busy as you'd seen them since arriving to Naboo. So naturally, Gil was full of protests.

Once he realized that he couldn't lock you in your room without your consent (The Emperor hadn't given you the official status of a prisoner—yet,) he seemed to feel the need to overcompensate with grumbling in protest whenever there was a spare silence. At least with Rharo around, silence wasn't too terribly common.

"This is stupid," he murmured, eliciting your eyes to roll into the back of your skull.

"I thought you were over it," you called, your feet sweeping through the brush of foliage and grazing grass. The central portion of Theed was full of nothing but sandstone and chromium. It was nice to have a break from it all. To see something living for a change.

"I don't understand why you cant just agree to stay out of trouble. We're doing security sweeps for your coronation. Don't you see the conflict of interest here?"