J.C. An unlikely love story (Thrawnxf!reader)

Breaking the illusion

You open your eyes, fogged by sleepiness, your cheek on something warm and a beating heart, you look up to Thrawn's face peacefully sleeping. You observe his tranquil expression and snuggle against him. He opens his eyes instantly, looking at you, a thin smile appears on his lips. His hand comes caressing your head and he leans forward to kiss your forehead.

"Good morning." He says well awake.

"'Morning." You yawn.

You have no desire to rise up and go by the day, you just want to remain in his arms and sleep. You're not sure you have what it takes to face the day. You grasp his clothes to try and hold him in place as he stands up. To no avail.

He opens the curtain, and kiss your temple.

"Come eat." He intimates.

You press your face in the pillow with a sigh. You're gonna need to rise up at some point. You open the dresser. It is full to the brim with clothes, clothes Arzel chose for you. You look at them and sigh again. All of them enhance your beauty and put you at your advantage but they are not comfortable and you usually feel like someone else takes your place in them. You rummage through them, before giving up and choose among the clothes you brought with you. You favor your comfort over your overall beauty today, you don't have it in you to doll yourself up.

You arrive at the dressed table where Thrawn is waiting for you.

"Those clothes suit you better." He says.

"Really? Those are some old clothes that I have since the Academy." You mumble.

"They are more in accordance with your style and personality than whatever he bought you." He adds.

"He bought me clothes worthy of my standing. I am a fiance of a Governor, I can't exactly show myself in anything."

"Even things that muffle your true being?" He retorts.

You swallow in silence. You accepted it when you got engaged to Arzel.

"This is how things are..."

"Things can change. You could find someone that elevates you instead, someone who supports you, who's here for you."

"He's here for me." You protest.

"Is he? Pardon if I trespass my rights as a witness, but you don't appear as a close couple."

"We are!"

"The only thing you share is this church situation, you live separately, he pays you a different appartment."

"He's nice ! He pays me for a luxurious home."

"He dresses you up as he pleases."

Silence.

"I have standards to meet."

"Does he hold you at night? Does he satisfy your needs? Is your bed warm?"

"We're both very busy."

Your cup starts trembling in your hand.

Silence.

"Why do you only spend time with people he chooses? Why did you cut ties with your family and former friends?"

Enough.

"Why did he renamed you? It is like he tried to erase your former self."

Enough...

"Did he ever told you "I love you"?"

"ENOUGH !" You scream, slamming your fists on the table. "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!?"

You're panting, on the verge of throwing up, tears behind the eyes. Thrawn looks at you sternly but silent.