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I grimaced down at my attire. This was no way for a princess to dress and he knew it. He was mocking me. I didn't know why. We had never done anything against The First Order. We aimed to please them, yet they had destroyed our planet and killed most of our people. I wasn't even sure if there was anyone I had known left alive out there, but that's not something I could dwell on presently. Because presently, I was bound securely in an upright position. No one else was in the room besides me, which was different from any other time he had interrogated me. But not long after the thought crossed my mind, the blast doors burst open, and in trudged the great Kylo Ren, his stride powerful and... overdone.
"Good morning," the modulator in his helmet scrambled his booming voice as he stood in front of me.
"I don't see what's good about it, but hello," I smiled at him, blowing a loose strand of hair out of my face.
He cocked his head to the side, staring at me under that dense black mask. "Anything you'd like to say before we get started?"
I sighed, my eyes scanning around the room as if I were truly thinking about what to say. This happened a lot before interrogations. We'd have a little banter, spit some sarcasm out onto each other and then get to business. At this point it was just exhausting.
"Yeah, I've got something," I tisked. "Would you mind letting someone know that these restraints are very uncomfortable. I mean, I don't know who you have to murder to get some cushioning on this thing, but if this is going to continue the way it's going, I'd like to be comfort-"
"Are you done, Princess?" he interrupted, dismissing me as he said it and removed his helmet. His dark, long locks fell loose, skimming the tops of his shoulders, his deep chocolate eyes staring intensely into my own. His thick pink lips were curved into a smirk, and I blushed as I noticed how long I had been staring at his face. It had just been so long since he had shown his ivory skin. Usually he interrogated me with his mask on. I didn't know what made today so different.
I cocked my jaw, averting my eyes from him, "Yeah, sure. Can we make this quick, though? I promised JB-007 that I'd meet him for lunch to discuss-"
I was interrupted again by that overwhelming pressure in my temples. Memories began flashing before my eyes faster than light speed before I had the chance to try and resist. As hard as I try, he always gets a little piece out of me each time, which is exactly why we had these meetings at least once a day. Sometimes even more. Sometimes I wouldn't have time to eat or sleep.
He concentrated hard, his lip sucking into his teeth as his deep brown eyes bore holes into my own. His hand was stretched out in my direction but didn't touch me. He stretched and curled his fingers as he struggled to fight me off.
"I see-" he breathed. "I see a boy."
I squinted at him, my entire body vibrating as I tried to fight him off. I didn't want him to take this memory.
"I see a boy dressed in black," he continued. "You loved him very much."
"Stop," I shook. I don't want him to take this one.
He didn't, only pressing further, his brows furrowing down towards his eyes. "He's hurt you. He- he broke your heart."
"Enough!" I held back cries as he was now mocking me. He knew. He wanted me to suffer through it.
"I can see you as a little girl," his eyes brightened proudly. "I see you holding his hand. He's leaving. You know it but you can't admit it to yourself. You don't want to believe it."
"Please," I begged. Hot tears began streaming down my face. He had never seen this side of my mind before. He had never been able to delve this deeply into me before. I never allowed it. Why was I so weak at this time? I couldn't fight him off. He had me in the palm of his hand.
"You can't remember what he looks like... it's like something has taken that ability away from you. Like something doesn't want you to remember," he mocked me, a coy smile plastered on his face. "But you remember his name."
"STOP IT!" I screamed, squeezing my eyes shut as I began pushing him away.
"Don't fight it, Princess," he grinned, curling his fingers in my direction. "No secrets between us."
I tried with all of the strength I had to push him out. Sweat pooled down my skin in rivers. This memory was mine. No one could take it from me. Especially not him.
"Get out of my head!" I shrieked, causing sparks to fly out of the monitoring equipment to my left.
A surge of energy left my body and I opened my eyes to concentrate on him.
"Come on, Princess," he growled. "We've all had our hearts broken."
"Is that why you hate your father?" I smirked at him, causing his face to turn white. "Because he broke your poor little demented heart?"
"Don't mock me," he commanded.
I leaned forward against my restraints, glaring at him intently. "I see it too, you know. I can see her."
"Don't," he clenched his teeth tightly together. "You'll regret it."
"What a softy you are under this hard exterior," I almost chuckled. "You're putting flowers in her hair. I can see the brodiaea."
He exhaled sharply out of his nose, pushing harder.
"You've really repressed these memories, Ren," I laughed. "I can't see her face. The picture is quite hazy. But I can see a field. It's speckled with little purple flowers. You're nervous. You're- you're afraid."
Kylo completely let go of my mind, making my own force stumble off of his abruptly. He turned his back towards me, catching his breath and hanging his head low.
"That's enough for today," he huffed, shaking his head slowly. "And don't you ever do that to me again."
"Sucks having someone invade your memories without your permission, doesn't it?" I spat back.
My restraints suddenly clicked, setting me free. I immediately reached my aching wrists, wringing them gently as I stepped down onto the floor.
He turned to face me, his face gone stark white. He grimaced, scanning me up and down, "That was not for your eyes."
"Neither was mine."
