Royal Agreements [Kylo Ren x Reader]

chapter twelve

Ever since you were young, you often thought of how it would be when you were finally given away. You often wondered who it would be who claimed you as his, and whether he would be a prince. More often than not, you hoped that he wouldn't be. As a child, you wished for a man with a free spirit; a longing for life away from the palace you were forced in.

You had grown up since then. No longer did you wish to escape your world. Sure, it was hectic and daunting, but you lived to please and protect your people. You loved taking walks into the towns and hearing their cries of respect and love. You relished in helping others, giving credits to the poor, speaking to the young girls and boys of the village, smiling at the tired mothers and fathers. You wanted to do what your parents never did: love their jobs. The people were your greatest achievement and your first priorities, until today.

You loved your people. Your love for them was unlike the love you even had for your mother and father, who had brought you into the world. They had given you life, but your people had given you a reason to live.

But today, as your booted feet stood at the beginning of the carpet, as you were left to look down the long aisle of the balcony that overlooked the sea of your people and the kingdoms that were visiting to see your wedding, you realized that Kylo Ren was first. He would always be first in your mind. It was no longer just your job to marry him for your kingdom, but to love him, take care of him, and keep him safe. He was your future and you were his.

He stood at the end of the aisle, back straight and mask on. You wish you could see him, but you knew that he was probably beaming under that helmet. He couldn't help it.

If you were Force sensitive, you would have felt his joy upon seeing you. You would have felt his pride and his undying love. His relief upon seeing you for the first time since he left a month ago. But this time, he saw you in a wedding gown, a net cloak around your shoulders, makeup highlighting your features as the gentle snowfall fell around you carefully.

It was the first time you had seen him in a month, and your heart had grown heavy in the time he was away. It took all of your strength not to break into a run as you walked down the aisle, careful to take your time as you marched to only the silence of the wintery breeze.

There were several levels of guests below you, and their harrowing eyes keep you looking as professional as possible. On the bottom level were your people. On the middle were your neighboring kingdoms, from Domzay to the tiny planet that is considered a moon, Irlen, only a little ways from yours. Off to the side of the balcony, your parents and Marlo. She had tears in her old, beautifully brown eyes, and she was wiping them as quickly as she could. Behind you, Kylo's storm and flametroopers alike. Two stormtroopers marched only a few inches behind you for protection. Off to the side of your soon-to-be husband, the Knights of Ren.

But most importantly, Kylo. He stood so perfectly in front of you. His hand extended toward you as you approached. Elegantly, you placed your cold, bare hand in his and turned to face him directly. He dropped your hand gently.

The vows - which were more like political statement and war agreements - were spoken by both of you. It wasn't romantic at all, and anyone who would glance at you and the Commander would assume you to be simply strangers, not lovers. But even though the vows were nothing more than power speeches, your heart was full of enough love for both of you. And Kylo certainly wasn't doing this just for the sake of the war. He adored you fully and endlessly, and he planned on doing everything in his power to show you.

At the end of the vows, Kylo reached for your hand again. Your touch was caressed by his soft, dark robes and the silky material of your gown. White and black, flowing and fluttering together in the breeze. He scooped both up gently in his hands and held you carefully. Almost lovingly, he stroked his thumbs against the top of knuckles. He must have felt your coldness through his leather gloves.

Away from the eyes of your mother, you tilted your head up and smiled gently through the netting of your cloak. Kylo's soft, mechanic breathing, the senator's reciting, and the gentle blowing of the wind as it drove snowflakes into your face were all that you could hear.

In a matter of minutes, your kingdom was joined officially with the First Order. Kylo's hands squeezed yours carefully and he dropped them from his hold. You were officially announced as Lady Ren - which would be your title until you were queen. The title made your face blush pink and your chest swell with love, and you stared into the darkness of Kylo's helmet and imagined the sparkle you knew was in his eye.

There was a wave of relief and excitement from both parties. There was a new hope now, a chance of winning a war and establishing a balance in the galaxy.

You were beginning to grow impatient. You wanted Kylo to whisk you away and bring you inside, to discard his helmet and toss it aside, to caress your face and whisper that he loves you and just kiss you.

Your people were just beginning to clap and your imagination was just beginning to take control of your conscious when several dozen thundering, booming noises erupted, and the world around you lit up in blue and orange hues of flames.