Two Halves Of A Whole (Kylo Ren X Reader X General Hux) [ #Wattys2016 ]

The First Bond or The Eighteenth Birthday (Chapter 3)

The first light of the following morning cracked the night-blue sky and dyed it into a lighter shade of blue. The morning was slowly replacing the night; The morning, which would bring the day of birth of (Y/N) - her eighteenth birthday! The sky was covered with huge, white and fluffy clouds and gentle breeze was cooling off the terrible heat which took place on the planet straight from the beginning of the day. (Y/N) woke up early as usual. The gentle breeze that sneaked into the room from the opened door of the balcony, woke the girl up. She slowly opened her eyes as she recognized the figures of the furniture in her room. The girl rubbed her eyes, yawned and sat up in her bed, stretching her arms. She took a look at her room then slowly crawled out of the bed , went to the balcony door and went out. She leaned on the balcony and looked out at the view opened in front of her: The desert was starting to slowly wake up as the sun was raising higher into the sky across the horizon. Everything was absolutely motionless. The air was filling time to time with the singing of a few native birds. (Y/N) smiled to herself as she recognized the sound of her favourite bird chirping. She glanced over to the violet pot on her window-sill. She had hardly managed to keep the violets alive in such a desert heat. Their color was the mixture of dark blue and purple - just the very favourite one of hers. The girl smiled as she carefully caressed the petals of the flowers that were slowly waking up. (Y/N) sighed and looked across the horizon - the sand dunes were slowly getting illuminated by the sunrays - the morning was slowly taking it place on the small planet Nabooine. The gentle breeze was blowing and moving the strands of hair away from the girl's face. She closed her eyes as she sighed and enjoyed the calm and cool feeling. Then turned away and returned into her room. She took a glance at her room - a small, enclosed area with simple furniture suitable for a slave yet decorated neatly and beautifully that could please a visitor's eye. Of course, Samantha had played a huge role into providing quite a normal furniture for the girl: There was a small wardrobe, in front of it was a small, comfortable bed with (Fav/Color) sheets and couple of cushions; to the left of the bed was a window with a small balcony and to the right was a dressing-table with a hair-brush and the perfume bottle
onto it. (Y/N) walked towards the wardrobe and opened it. She took out couple of towels and a dressinggown. She took off her nightgown and put on the dressing-one. She smiled at the thought that it was her eighteenth birthday that day, which meant that this day would be very special for her - long ago, Samantha had promised her that on her eighteenth birthday she would tell her something important. (Y/N) wondered what it could be as she felt the cold rush of the breeze blow into the room and cool her off. She shivered slightly as she buried her face into the collar of her dressing-gown and nuzzled into it. (Y/N) breathed in the scent of her gown and closed her eyes. Then she sighed and took the towels and went towards the door. She went outside and closed the door behind it. The girl went towards the bathroom as she quietly hummed her the melody of her favourite song - she even twirled couple of times on her way towards the shared bathroom. She was thinking about the important thing that Samantha had been keeping away from her as she reached the grand bathroom for the slaves. She entered the cabin, she took off her gown and put it on the small chair with the towels atop of it. After turning the taps on and choosing the likable temperature, she sighed and leaned on the shower-wall. Her mind drifted off to her birthday - she was turning eighteen that day, which meant that she was an adult now with new responsibilities. One of them included marriage. (Y/N) stopped breathing for a moment - The Marriage!

According to the law, all the girls at their adult age had to get married, it was inevitable. As for the slaves, apart from the marriage, at the adult age, the king had the right to sell them to the other authorities or leave them for his own pleasure. Every year, dozens of adult girls and boys were sold like this. (Y/N) remembered as her best friend - Auria, was sold. After couple of months she had heard the rumours, that her new master had used the force on her and she had committed suicide. (Y/N) shivered at this thought. The life of a slave was always difficult and dangerous. They had no rights, they were always humiliated and treated as mere gloves, especially the girls. If they would be lucky enough, they could become the slaves for other nobles and masters or sometimes - their lovers, but at some point, it was no better . (Y/N) didn't even try to imagine her future life in any of these ways.