The Queen of the Dark | Kylo Ren

A Disturbance or A Connection

        Dioyan wild violets bloom in early spring. They spread across valleys and meadows like a lovely virus, blanketing grasses with heart-shaped purple-blue petals. The season is one of the reasons why the planet was valued. Before the war, people from all over the galaxy came to see, smell and feel these beautiful flowers and the planet profited from it. Dioya was enchanting and inciting. Years went by and no one was suffering from the pains that hunger leaves. No one knew destruction and despair. No one had to stare at death in the face and pretend that it wasn't looming in the air. All they had to worry about was what the violets needed. The color was a symbol of prosperity that the planet and people had experienced before their ways of independence were threatened. Now, the color symbolizes the last sliver of hope that Dioya has.

           War ripped through the solitary planet faster than anyone could have ever expected. It definitely took the monarchy by surprise. Centuries of peace had remained until the Chiss Ascendency decided to interrupt. Their system is much stronger and larger than the lone planet. It meant that Dioya would have to scramble to find resources and bodies to die for their effort.

          That's what happened to her.

           She was young when she was crowned queen. Unfortunately, it was not uncommon in monarchies on uncharted planets. It's something that they prided themselves on. They had no business with either the inner or outer rim. Dioya was completely neutral in the wars between the light and the dark. They stayed in the shadows of ancient maps of the galaxy, away from the destruction both sides brought.

           Nevertheless, she was 16 years old.

          Her mother's voice was in her ears as she stared at the marble floor of the throne room,

          Dioya is now in your hands, little one. Make your father proud.

          She glanced at the marked grave molded into the marble a few paces away from where she stood. She stayed stagnant as all of the war officials and civilians stared at their new matriarch. A burden no teenager should have to face.

          Her mother clung onto the material of her coronation dress as she was introduced to people with names that she would soon forget. Generals and war marshals that played a significant role in the fight for independence congratulated her before disappearing forever.

          At a certain point, she thought to herself, Hopefully, death numbs you eventually.

          Evidentially, she was mistaken.

          Her mother died not too long after that. The death of her husband and the ascension of her daughter to the throne left her useless and unimportant. The grief and the stress was too much.

          She watched as they closed her tomb next to her father's. She vowed never to put anymore souls she cared for into that marble floor. However, in order for that to happen, she needed to succeed against a greater power.

          As determined as she was, the war raged on for years. Countless battles and small victories allowed some trust to be placed on the young queen. They praised her for eliminating the chances of the Chiss invasion for as long as her luck was granted. But once the enemy blocked the food imports and exports, Dioya was threatened by a greater evil. Hunger infected the land, hitting large numbers in the poorest of areas. The queen did her best to supply as much food as the Jakorr Palace can give, but she was still blamed. Her popularity depletes more and more as the war continues on.

          She's running out of time.

          She and her war counsel need to find a solution or else Dioya would have to submit to the Chiss Ascendency. That meant she would be ... exterminated. No one is willing to let that happen. And she wasn't going to go down without a fight. She promised that to her father before his hand slipped from hers on the royal deathbed.