Royal Agreements [Kylo Ren x Reader]

chapter ten

Kylo had been gone for several days, and you were forced to entertain yourself with preparations. From being present in sending out the invitation signals to the guests, to planning what food would be served at the royals' dinner. You were constantly busy and very grateful to be so.

Today, your schedule was claimed by a session of trying on wedding gowns. Much to your mother's annoyance, she was not invited to watch you. You brought Marlo instead, given as she was so involved in your wedding - and entire life - anyway.

"Oh, your highness, we have many, many gown for you to choose from!" Marlo gushed. "Each is prettier than the last, no matter which order you look at them!"

She held your hand in her both of hers and pulled you into the room in which your designer had been residing in. It was Marlo's decision to bring a dressmaker in. After much deliberation, your father agreed. He had to make up for his mistakes.

"Marlo," you laughed, "I think you're more excited about my wedding than me!"

"Perhaps you're right, Princess," she said. "Oh, I just love gown and shoes and flowers, and my princess, you're going to be the bride. You! I feel as if I have waited long for this."

You smiled and hooked your arm with hers. "Marlo, I am so glad to see you smile. It has been a long while."

"I suppose it has," she admitted, her dark eyes dropping to the floor. The wrinkles of her cheeks grew deeper.

"What is it that has left you without happiness?" you asked in concern. "Has your job left you unsatisfied, my dearest? I promise you, Marlo, I can make any changes you desire."

"Princess, your soul is most kind," she whispered. "I have grown tired is all. I am not the young woman that was hired thirty-five years ago. I am not the woman who delivered you into the world twenty-six years ago."

"Marlo, you mustn't work so hard!" you said. "Do not work yourself exhausted."

"All that I do, I do for you," she said, and she kissed your head.

Inside of the lush bedroom made of velvet bedsheets, golden wallpaper, and silk curtains, sat the dressmaker. She was a small thing, not human, nor any being you'd ever seen. Blue skin and dazzling green eyes, she stood from her stool and danced to you.

"My, my, what a beautiful thing," she said, moving her hands to your hair, "my, my, what a pretty thing."

Marlo was more than shocked. "This is our princess, and you must bow before her!" she said.

The dark blue lips of the creature opened in realization. She pulled back and gratefully bowed before you. Each of her movements was over exaggerated; she was captivating.

"My humblest apologies, my princess," she said.

"You are forgiven," you said. "Please, dressmaker, stand. And give me your proper name."

"Heidiz," she said, and she turned away.  "Now come, my princess, and allow me to show you your gowns!"

You were taken to a line of mannequins. Each wore a dress that was handmade for you. Marlo was right; each one was more beautiful that the last, no matter which order you saw them in.

"These are exquisite," you gasped. "So beautiful, Heidiz."

"Thank you, your highness," she said, and she bowed again. "Shall we begin?"

Each gown had to hold a sort of standard. Less romantic, more sophisticated. Each collar went to the middle of your neck, each skirt went past your ankles. Every dress was a shade of white; cream or snow, held together by threads purchased at trading posts around the galaxy, decorated by nothing beyond a simple ribbon or evenly placed flowers made of sequins.

In the end, you slipped into your favorite gown of the evening. A snow colored white, form fitting with no sign of decorations on the surface. It looks the most formal, but also the most beautiful. Perfect enough to make your mother happy and make yourself happy.

"My princess," Marlo said, reaching for your hand. She turned you towards the mirror and gently brushed your hair from your shoulders. "My dear, you look beautiful."

You felt tears in your eyes as you reached your right hand across your chest and placed your fingers on top of hers as they rested on your shoulder. As you stood there and looked at yourself, you imagined marrying Kylo Ren.

It would be on the balcony, so that the people of your kingdom could witness their princess marry the Commander of the First Order. You imagined the service. There would be nothing romantic, no, as you both spoke your vows and joined your father's planet with his Order, but afterwards, when Kylo would pull you away from the celebrations and guests, and he would finally get to kiss you, that's what you were thinking of.

As you stood there, you wondered if he was thinking of you, too.

                           ...

Kylo Ren walked down the steel corridor of their new base. Since the destruction of Starkiller, his technicians had been working hard to build a new weapon.

Although it was not yet finished, General Hux had managed to train hundreds more troops that were now fit for battle. Kylo Ren was currently making his way to the Finalizer, where he would board and see his new officers off to the field of small planets that housed hundreds of Resistance members.

"Sir, we are ready for you to board," General Hux said.

"Prepare your troops, General," he ordered.

"Yes, sir."

In his few minutes of waiting, he turned to gaze out the viewport. A thousand stars glittered across the vastness of space. He wondered, for just a moment, how long it would take for him to claim it all just for you.

He imagined it, ruling the galaxy at your side. Watching you stand tall and proud and beautiful, your mother's crown on your head. It was something he imagined more often than not. You would be strong enough to carry the weight of your kingdom on your shoulders, and Kylo would be more than happy to take some of the weight himself.

You would be his second in command and he would be your king, and with both forces, you two would be the strongest in the galaxy. But most importantly, you would act as one.

The thought was enough to make his chest swell with pride. He tore his eyes away from the galaxy and walked out of the control room, and towards his ship.