The Final Order (Kylo Ren x Reader)

Room For One More

Gil had been putting this off for far too long. He marched down the corridors of Theed Palace en route to Princess's room like he was walking through a battlefield. Somehow, this was even more daunting.

It had been a week since the coronation. Since Gil's conversation with Master—a conversation he certainly never thought he'd have in a million kriffing years. And it's not like he hadn't thought about it. It's not like he didn't want to do it. But it just felt...wrong. And beyond that, he was pretty sure Master was going to regret it.

Gil had been doing a lot of thinking. A lot of soul searching to justify what Master had asked of him. And the only logical conclusion he could come to was that Master was in agony. It had been weeks since he'd even had so much as a civil conversation with Princess. One of the first things Gil had learned under his Master's tutelage was the benefit of feeding off anger and pain. Increasing those sensations to focus the mind. To increase power.

What Master was asking felt more like that than a plea for forgiveness. Though Gil was sure it was probably a nuanced combination of all of the above.

Still, his palms were sweaty as he approached Princess's door. He'd put it off for a week as it was. And of course, after only a day, Master had practically berated him, demanded to know why the deed hadn't been done yet. Gil tried to remind him that these things take time. If he rushed it and she didn't respond well, the entire thing would blow up in their faces. Begrudgingly, over the past few days, Master seemed to accept Gil's strategy—which was to take this slow and steady. Now, Master wasn't so angry. But he was incredibly withdrawn. A pulsating, pent-up ball of silent, repressed rage. For Master, that was patience.

Gil rapped on the door and stepped inside without waiting for an answer. If he had to stand there alone with his thoughts, waiting for Princess to open the door, he might have turned the other way. This time, he didn't give himself the chance to hesitate.

When he stepped inside, two handmaidens were scurrying about the room. Princess was standing near her bed—packing a bag.

Why was she packing a kriffing bag?

Instantly, Gil's thoughts were completely derailed.

"I'm leaving," she told him, not waiting for him to greet her.

"I'm-wait, what?"

"Leaving," she repeated, shoving another dress into the bag. "Getting away for a day or two."

"And you didn't think to tell your bodyguard?"

"I'm telling you now. Move, BB-9E," she murmured, sidestepping the droid to close her wardrobe and move to her vanity, evidently ensuring that she hadn't forgotten anything.

"Where?"

"I don't know. Coruscant."

"Your Majesty. What are you going to do in Coruscant?"

"I don't know. Go dancing."

"Go-what? Go dancing? Go dancing with who? You don't have any friends in Coruscant."

"Then I'll make friends," she snapped.

Gil sighed. Only then did she turn to look at him. He ran a hand down his face, exasperated, his cheek drooping under the weight of his palm. "Okay, I'm-I'm going to have to ask Master about this." Though in all honesty, Gil knew she wouldn't need Master's permission to do anything. He was so hell-bent on earning her forgiveness, and clearly, his tactics didn't exclude extreme self-destruction. Gil wasn't sure if Kylo's new plan to earn Princess's forgiveness was actually a plan to earn her forgiveness, or if it was actually just a way to punish himself.