The Lady Of The General's House

Chapter 9

Coaxing Kylo back into bed, Rey lay down carefully beside him. He fell asleep almost instantly. Rey lay awake, deep in thought. There was so much she didn't know about him, so much still to discover. Would she like everything that she found? She eventually drifted off and awoke later to find Kylo's large form pressed against her back and his arms wrapped across her chest. She blushed as she looked down at his large hands locked across her breasts. It was the first time anyone had ever touched her in such a manner. She tried to break free but he only held her tighter. With a small smile Rey accepted her fate. It wasn't the most unpleasant sleeping arrangement she had ever had to encounter. She soon fell back to sleep listening to Kylo's steady breathing behind her.

When Kylo awoke, he found himself entangled around Rey. As gently as a man of his size could, he pulled himself free without waking his sleeping wife. She frowned and protested with a series of small moans. Her unconscious appeals for him to stay forced a small smile from his lips. He held his breath until he was certain she had settled down once more then laughed silently to himself at the thought of a man who had soundlessly slit throats on the battlefield now using that same skill to avoid waking his arranged bride from her slumber. He looked down at her docile face and remembered the night before. She had comforted him even after he had hurt her, and she had stayed with him the whole night through and shown no fear of him. She had asked for a chance to prove her loyalty, had last night provided her with that opportunity? Were her actions sincere? Or was she trying to endear herself to him with some other motive in mind? Kylo watched her sleep for a little longer as he pondered. He found that he wanted to touch her, but was afraid to wake her, afraid the spell of the night before would be broken by the morning sun and she would recoil from his hand. He laughed inwardly. The big, bad General was now afraid of a little girl. He stood up straight and left the room. He had much to consider and he wasn't ready to face Rey...just yet.

When Rey awoke, she found herself alone in the bed. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, remembering all that had happened the night before. Her heart contracted as she remembered how vulnerable the General had looked in her lap. Was Kylo to be trusted? Her heart wanted to let him in, but first she needed to know what his involvement was in the death of Rose's parents. He certainly seemed to know of the incident which filled her with a sense of dread. Was he responsible for their graves? She hoped with all her might that he was not. She dressed quickly and Rose soon arrived to help with her hair and makeup.

"How was your night?" Her companion asked curiously.

Rey kept her composure unreadable. She wasn't ready to share what she had found out with Rose yet. "Uneventful."

"He didn't try to touch you?" Rose asked suspiciously.

Rey shook her head.

Rose shrugged and sighed as she curled Rey's hair. "Well I guess he has some morals."

"He's not what you think he is," Rey said, catching Rose's eye in the mirror before them.

Rose glared back. "He killed my parents, Rey."

"We don't know that. What if it was someone else?" Rey offered desperately.

"Who?" Rose demanded.

Rey was silent, she didn't have an answer.

Rose sighed and softened. "You're grasping at straws because you don't want to admit what he is. Don't develop feelings for him, Rey."

"It's too late," Rey admitted quietly looking down at her hands clasped together in her lap.

Rose looked at her sadly. "Then I guess you aren't with me anymore."

Rey looked up at her with wide eyes. "I am! We just believe different things. I want to prove he is innocent and you want to prove he is guilty. We can still work together to solve this."