Connected - Kylo Ren Love Story (Editing)

Annika

Kylo Ren woke up from his bed, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to wake up. "Lord Ren, good morning" Annika greeted him. Kylo pulled the covers up over his body, "Good morning, Annika, what are you doing here?" He asked dryly. "You told me to stand guard over your door remember?" she said. He looked at her face, she looked a little tired but overall okay. "I see, did you fall asleep during your watch?" He asked sarcastically. "No, Lord Ren, my grandfather trained me to stay awake."

 She explained pulling up her sleeve. Little red dots littered her arm, her skin peeling slightly. "What are those?" Kylo Ren asked sitting up in bed. "Burn marks," she said nonchalantly. "You burned yourself to stay awake?" He asked in disbelief. "I would never disobey a command from you, Lord Ren," she said brushing it off.  

"Tell me about your life before coming here," Kylo asked. "Yes my lord"

"May I?" Annika asked gesturing to his bed. "Sit" "This was going to be a long story," she thought. She sat on the corner of his bed and thought of a good place to start. "I have five sisters, they live with my dad currently. "And your mom?" he asked. "Killed, by my grandfather for not being able to bear a son," she said looking at the ground. "Oh," he said feeling uncomfortable. "She deserved it, it was her only job to give birth to a male advisor for the next leader of the dark side," Annika said remembering what her grandfather had told her.

"It was between my sister and I to see if any of us were worthy of being an advisor, your advisor. We would constantly compete against one another to win our grandfather's approval. Being on his bad side, it wasn't good. When I was around seven, he challenged me to duel. He had his lightsaber, and I had my hands. He said they were all I really needed. If I was strong enough I didn't need an actual weapon. I lost really badly. He was so angry with me. I felt so bad for letting him down. He told me if I ever wanted to be an advisor to the next leader, I had to want it more than anything.

More than food. More than water. More than air. I had to be strong even when my body was weak. I tried really hard to be, harder than any of my sisters. When they ate, I trained. When they slept, I trained. It still wasn't enough for my grandfather, being a strong girl was the equivalent of a weak boy.  He said I had to protect the Leader better than my sisters better than myself" Annika stopped for a moment trying to collect her thoughts.

"I trained twice as hard after that, days and nights blended together. When I was 12 Grandfather said I was finally ready for a test. This was back when my mom was still alive. He told me to pretend she was the leader of the dark side, and I had to protect her" She could feel tears filling her eyes, but Annika blinked them back. "He even gave me his spare lightsaber to fight him with, but I had never practiced with an actual one before. My sister and I would fight with sticks and pretend they were lightsabers. But a real one was completely different, I was heavy and too big for my hands at the time.  But none of that mattered to him.

And we dueled and I did better than I ever had before, I could block most of his strikes, and keep up with his footwork, but I got cocky. And he was able to overpower me, and my mom died because of it. He told me to never forget how I felt, to turn my sadness into anger and anger into darkness. He told me if that was the real Leader died the pain would be a thousand times as worse and I would die with him. My sisters outcast me for letting our mom die. Grandfather told me they were jealous because they weren't as good as me. I believed him. I trained with him till the day he died, that's when he decided I was finally ready to be an advisor, your advisor" she finished looking up and him. He was staring intently at her. "Teach me," he said and rose from his bed to get dressed.