Ordered

Chapter 1 - In Which Kylo Ren Is Wed

A Reylo Fanfic

(Characters Are Not Mine)

-For JW, who was ordered into my heart a long time ago-

PART ONE

(Chapter Rating: M)

Ren entered his private chamber, only to find Rey balled defensively in the far corner. She gave him a fleeting, sideways glance, then returned her eyes to the floor. Her silent tears pained him. He could sense her fear and hatred of the First Order. If she had a weapon, she would shoot first and ask questions later. The fact annoyed him, but for now, she was within her right. He knew she was biased, mistaken.

"At ease. You know I won't hurt you." He looked her over and kept his voice soft. "I won't rape you. I have my orders from the Supreme Leader, but I assure you, I will be a gentleman."

His reluctant bride finally lifted her face, although her gaze bore him a hateful look. Regardless of their contract, she would damn him and the entire First Order.

Yet, under her icy surface, he could feel her relax. Internally, she felt relieved. He had never lied to her before. If he kept anything sacred, besides his grandfather's helmet, it was his word.

Ren took a step forward and exhaled. His eyes never left her.

In a strange twist of fate, this scavenger girl from Jakku found herself Ren's prisoner once more. Seeing her here, in his private sanctuary, their lives seemed destined to repeatedly entwine. What's more, the willful, blossoming, new padawan had seen his uncle since their last meeting. He knew that much was true.

Days prior to this moment, Ren had struggled, again, repeatedly, to uncover Skywalker's location from her hardened mind. The continuous game between them exhausted him. Seemingly, she possessed the unique gift of letting him in, and without warning, blocking him out.

Although frustrating, oddly enough, Ren found he enjoyed their match. She gave him a rare challenge. One he actually looked forward to each day. Slowly, it took on new meaning. Between the mental exertions, Ren glimpsed some of the innermost desires and wishes of her heart. Desires and wishes not so different from his own.

His emotions stirred over their intense moments together. As the hours passed, he savored them, like a dark secret. At night, his thoughts lingered and craved more time with her. Guardedly, he admitted, if given the chance, he could fulfill her desires and wishes. He allowed himself to dream.

But it couldn't last. Snoke was more impatient now, tired of Ren's faults. The Supreme Leader had little use for a mind that could not be used for information or his bidding. With a weight on his heart, it was the last thing Ren wanted to hear. Although Ren assured Snoke the information was close, the Supreme Leader demanded the girl's death.

In private, Ren destroyed the monitor containing the orders with trembling hands. He cursed aloud, and barely controlling the pain fueled rage, he wept before Vader's helmet. He could not, would not, kill a young woman with so much potential. There were so few natural talents left in the galaxy. He couldn't go back to being the last. It would make saving her, all those years ago, a waste of valiant effort.

Completely desperate, he'd rushed to the holo. In the cold, near darkness, he had solemnly pleaded, soundly reasoned, with the all-wise being. Grasping for a defense, he promised the Supreme Leader the girl was only misled. Mistaken. She needed a teacher. If only given the chance, he could help her understand the supremacy of the First Order. Ren was still confident, that with time, he could undo all of Luke's teachings.