Royal Agreements [Kylo Ren x Reader]

chapter three

"There she is," your father boomed, "there is my beautiful daughter."

"Father," you said.

You stepped into his arms and let him give you an embrace. His movements were tainted with alcohol, and you grimaced upon smelling the liquor off of both men.

"You never told me that your daughter was so... beautiful," Juban mused, lifting a silver goblet to his scarred lips.

You fought the urge to grimace as your father chuckled and nodded. The man's greedy eyes were watching every movement you made, and you gulped down your fear as you quietly took a sip of your alcohol.

"She is quite something," your father said. "She takes after her mother."

"Yet, she is more lovely than the queen, even," Juban said. He held out his hand. "Your highness-"

You had no choice but to place your hand in his. Juban watched your eyes as he leaned down and placed a kiss on top of your hand. You smiled and tried hard not to yank your arm back as you felt his lips against your skin.

You thought of your job. Your sole duty as princess was to convert all you could to the ways of the First Order. You were, after all, the commander's future wife, and perhaps the future leader, even.

"It's a pleasure, Chief Juban," you said. "I hope you're enjoying the kingdom of Amaar."

"Oh, yes," he said, dropping your hand.

"And I trust you have met General Armitage Hux," you continued, nodding to the red headed man at the far end.

"We spoke briefly," he said.

"And you have considered our proposal?" you said.

He raised his eyebrows. "Proposal, Princess?"

You glanced at your father. He sighed and looked at the surface of his drink in defeat. You surged with anger. Once again, your father had failed to do the difficult part of his job and was sending you to take care of it.

"Yes, the proposal," you said through clenched teeth. "The First Order is recruiting planets from across the galaxy to fight against the Resistance. In a time of war like this, we need all the help we can find."

He scoffed. "The Resistance is nothing but an army of nobodies. X-Wing fighters and greasy Jedi. The fact that they have yet to defeat them is proof of the Order's weakness enough."

You grew defensive. "My apologies, Chief, but wars cost way more than a few lives. Wars take time. Surely you knew that."

"As far as I'm concerned, only one thing would convince me to work with your Order," he grumbled, knocking his head back and gulping down his alcohol. "But I think that I should wait until the last day of this, er, event to propose my idea."

"Very well," you said, voice strained.

"No," your father drawled, "let us hear it, Juban. We are all dying for something good to come of this. What is it you wish? A trading agreement? Jewels?"

"Hardly," he said.

"Whatever it is, my good friend, I am sure we can work together," your father said.

You respected your father's sudden urgency to doing his job, but you were annoyed by his quickness to promising anything. Your father had no power to do anything. He was simply a messenger for the Supreme Leader. You were sure that Kylo Ren had more say in what went on than your father did.

Being the king meant nothing to the likes of Snoke. Snoke was able to control anyone he pleased. His power in the Force proved him stronger than any Jedi, and yet, he used others to do his bidding for him.