Of The Force

You Have None

Hey all, these next few chapters might be a little more spread out but I promise things are about to get real good.

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A knock came at her door, causing Cordelia to jack-knife up out of her cot.

It had been a week.

A week locked in her room with nothing and no one to talk to. They hadn't even allowed Valour to come and see her. Kuruk, the Knight she knew next to nothing about, was the one to deliver her meals. It had felt like insanity had set in, her windowless walls giving away nothing. If it hadn't been for the clock on her nightstand, she wouldn't have remembered the time of day. Her own internal monologue grew deafening as she tried her best to keep herself from truly losing it.

Glancing to that clock next to her, she noticed the time was 1600 hours, before jumping to race to the door. She opened it, amazed that shed been able to, after having it locked to her for the last week. Vicrul stood there, his beautiful face more somber than she'd ever seen it before.

"Hey." He breathed.

Cordelia couldn't stop herself, her arms wrapped around Vicrul as she squeezed him close. It took a moment, but he reached up and hugged her back. The warmth of his body was like a furnace compared to the chill that had settled over her in her solitude.

"What are you doing here?" She whispered in his ear, cautious to keep quiet in the empty hall.

"Fetching you."

Cordelia pulled back to look him in the eye.

"Fetch me? Like I'm some dog?" Her voice grew shrill.

"Orders." He said in resignation.

Cordelia looked down at herself. She was fairly clean to the naked eye. But she'd only been allowed one shower this week and her hair felt thick and heavy with build up, and her skin desperately needed a scrub.

"I will need a shower if I'm to be presented like some prize." She said, crossing her arms.

"I'm sorry. My orders were to bring you straight to him."

"Him? Him, as in Kylo?"

"Mhm." Vicrul didn't even bother to open his mouth for the response. He kept his eyes on the floor, refusing to meet her gaze.

"This isn't fair." She said, sounding like a pouting child.

"Was it fair for Valour to live without knowledge of the man who'd sired him? Was it fair for Kylo to go on without knowledge he'd sired a child at all?"

Cordelia hadn't meant to hit him, hadn't even felt her hand move. But there was a red handprint rising on Vicrul's cheek as he turned to look back at her. He didn't look angry. If it were any other man she was certain they would be, they would likely even strike her back. But Vicrul looked at her, eyes full of understanding.

"Come." He said, turning down the hall.

When she didn't immediately begin following, a hardened wall air press against her back and force her forward. Cordelia stumbled a few steps but caught herself and jogged to catch up.

"Why does he want to see me?" She asked as they turned down a familiar set of hallways.

"That isn't information I'm privy to." He said dryly.

"An entire week in solitude, and now he wants to see me. Perhaps I don't want to see him." She said. Stopping in her tracks.

"You don't get a say." Vicrul says as the force shoved her forward again.