Royal Agreements [Kylo Ren x Reader]

chapter sixteen

While you were out in the medical wing, Kylo had a couple of seamstress make a wardrobe for you. While the gowns weren't made nearly as luxuriously, they were elegant and poised.

"Beautiful," he commented, seeing your silver gown that looked fit for a queen. "The cloak."

On command, the seamstresses brought over to you a cloak made of the same fabric. You tied it around your neck and smoothed it down. It was large, warm, and completely enveloped you.

"Perfect." He circled you, smirking. You smiled at him. When he held up his hand, you touched your palm to his. "You look absolutely beautiful."

"Thank you, my love," you said, and you started to walk in a circle. You two were moving in almost a dancing sort of motion. "Do I look like a queen?"

"There has never been a moment where you did not resemble a queen, my wife," he said.

"I don't much feel like one," you admitted. "I dreamed of becoming queen all my life, but losing my family has made it a heavy weight on my shoulders. I am not ready, I fear."

He sighed. You stood still as he turned away. He grabbed your crown, something that had somehow survived on you. It was one of the only things you had from home - the second being a swatch of your ruined wedding gown. Kylo had offered to throw it away, as it brought tears in your eyes to see it, but you begged him to let you keep a small square of the fabric. Memories of Marlo were stitched inside.

"There is no doubt in my mind," he murmured, stepping closer to you. You bowed your head slightly as he placed the crown on your head. It slid easily in your recently cleaned, soft hair. "You are ready to rule, Lady Ren."

You beamed. "Lady Ren? How enchanting."

"That is your name now," he said, raising his eyebrows. He smirked. "Do you wish to keep your first title, Princess?"

He held his hand up once again. You touched your palm to his and you both began to walk in a slow circle again. His almost waltz-like movements left you dreaming of a proper wedding, and of a proper time to be married.

You laughed softly. "I am many things, Commander, but most importantly, I am your wife. And my name is ____. Perhaps you should call me that, my love."

"Hm. You surprise me more and more each moment I am with you."

He stopped moving. You felt your breath catch in your throat as he touched his hand there, on the base of your neck, and kissed you.

He pulled away. "It is time."

                           ...

Uncertain.

That's how you felt as you walked to the front of the platform. It was grey and steel, like most things on the base, and it overlooked a vast, snowy outside forest.

Across from you was a crowd of a hundred or so, all injured, in wheelchairs or crutches, holding on to each other. You swallowed thickly as you looked at them. Men and children, women and newborns.

They looked at you with hope.

Hope.

You turned your head to the left. Standing to the side, in front of General Hux and Captain Phasma, was Kylo. He wore his helmet, but you still felt the same when you looked at him.

"We have suffered a great loss," you began, your voice strained as you shouted. "We have suffered an immeasurable loss of friends, family, and guidance. My own parents. My beloved chambermaids, my closest friend."

The planet was still.

"We face a threat I did not expect to fight in my lifetime," you said. "My grandfather often told me of Domzay, and the brutality they praised. I never thought I would see the day they would reign their terror on us. I cannot help but feel responsible, because although my father fought, he did not fight hard enough to save the people I love.

"At this very moment, Chief Juban sits on the throne of my father, the throne that is supposed to be mine. He sits, and he mocks, and he spits upon the very idea of our kingdom! He thinks that he has won, but he is wrong.

"My people, we will fight for our home. We will not rest, not for a moment, until we are safely in our kingdom once again! And then I will rule over you with grace and strength. We will overcome this. Our alliance with true First Order has never been stronger. We have the tools, the army, the weapons. But most of all, we have the hope."

Your people exploded in cheers. The weak and injured stood, the children beamed. You felt right in place in front of them. Your anxiety levels went way down in a matter of seconds.

"My kingdom, the people of Amaar, I am your queen. I am your ruler. With my husband, your Commander and your king, by my side, I have no doubts in us. We will defeat Juban. We will take back what is rightfully ours, and then, when we have it, we will defeat the Resistance! We will have the galaxy because we have the strength to take it!"

The erupting sounds of cheers and applause made you smile. You stood there for a moment, nodding your head as your people bowed and thanked you.

If there was any doubt in your mind before - and there certainly was - it was gone now. You were the queen. You were Lady Ren. You were everything you learned and more, and you were not to be tested by the likes of Domzay.

You turned away. Kylo walked alongside you back into the base. Once inside, he took your hand. You were still beaming proudly.

"Like I said," he whispered, "you're meant to rule."

The cheers were still loud in the background, as if they were still going on just to prove a point.