Royal Agreements [Kylo Ren x Reader]

chapter twenty-two

You struggled to catch your breath. The fall had knocked the wind out of you. Coughing a sputtering, you squinted your eyes against the rain. Your chin was throbbing, your arm was in a never ending thrum of pain.

Inside, you were panicking.

You were paralyzed because you couldn't breathe. Your stomach squeezed and you felt as if you were going to explode before you could get up.

They were going to get you. You were stuck, they were going to get you. Juban was going to beat you to death. He was going to win. He was going to win. He was going to win.

A shadow knelt in front of you and a hand wrapped around your throat. You cried out as it gripped tightly, making you wheeze. You were picked off the ground.

Juban's old, evil eyes stared into you. He smiled triumphantly. You were going to start crying.

"Oh, Princess," he sighed, shaking his head. "This is just like you. You're a crying, weak mess, and you have finally realized that you cannot beat me. And now, thanks to you, all of your people will die. The Order will lose their best troops. And your husband won't save you."

"He - he will - will... kill you," you sputtered.

He tilted his head. "Will he?"

"Yes," you hissed.

He smirked. "Out of vengeance for himself?" he asked, and he threw you back on the ground.

Though the grip on your neck was no longer there, you couldn't catch your breath. Your back arched off the snow as you coughed against the pain.

"Out of revenge for his wife?"

With his boot, he nudged the arrow that was buried in your arm. You found your breath again and screamed. Stars dotted your eyes. You clutched your arm. The scream that left your throat was louder than you'd thought possible.

"___!"

"Speak of the devil," Juban growled, and he picked you up again.

You were pressed against his chest with a hand to the back of your throat. He threw you forward. You cried out as you were kicked onto your hands and knees. You tried to scramble up, but Juban kicked you again.

You fell down the rest of the muddy bank and stayed still. Your body was spent, having endured the pain too long at the same time of fighting back. Juban laughed. His wet hair dripped water down his face.

You had lost your weapon in the beginning of the struggle. However, as you heard Kylo screaming your name as he searched for you, you remembered the blaster Kylo had told you to tuck away.

As Juban approached, you slid your hand into your belt and pulled out the blaster. Your hands shook as you turned off the safety and aimed. Before Juban could jump out of the way, you sent a blast of plasma flying his way.

It hit him directly on the shoulder. He fell back with a strangled shout. You struggled to stand up on shaking legs. You let out a cry of annoyance. It was so hard to move.

"___!"

Your head shot up. At the top of the bank, Kylo stood. Unmasked and worried, he took a step forward. He took in your injuries and held up a hand.

"Stay there!" he said. "I'm coming!"

You fell into the mud. Your knees sunk deep and your hand gripped your pierced arm. You sniffed hard and dropped your head. You just wanted Kylo to reach you. He was moving as fast as he could, but you didn't think it was fast enough.

He noticed you were falling. "Hang on-!"

You heard Juban grunt and rise to his feet. Your panicked breaths quickened. He stood up and reached down. Your eyes widened as he pulled a blade out of his boot and stood three staggering steps towards you, screaming in anger.

You shut your eyes and looked away. You didn't want to see the knife before it plunged into the flesh of your chest. You cowered, waiting for the moment of pain.

Instead, you heard the sickening crunch of breaking bones. You glanced up to see Juban, face red and knees in the mud. His hand was no longer holding the knife. His fingers fell unnaturally; each bone shattered.

Kylo was holding his palm out towards him. You smiled slightly as he clenched his fist, sending Juban's entire arm in an unnatural position. It snapped.

He was screaming, and Kylo was rushing to you. You stood up on your feet and smiled, his name on your lips. His brown eyes were warming with relief as he trudged through the mud and rain, his name leaving his mouth.

At the same time, the man from above, the one that had first confronted you, shot an arrow that pierced your side. Your jaw fell slack and Kylo pulled himself to a stop.

He watched in horror as you fell to your knees, only to be yanked up again by Juban himself. He was reduced to using just one arm; but he was strong. With a cry of your own, the arrow was yanked out of your side. You felt the wound open and the blood run out, and you were weak.

"I warned you, Princess," he hissed. He pushed the weapon back in.

Keep it in! Keep it in!

You knew you would stay alive as long as the arrow wasn't removed again. If it was, your blood would run. You would bleed out in moments.

You smiled slightly. "But I never listen, Juban. You know that."

You jerked the arrow out yourself and, with a convulsion rocking your body, you pushed the weapon into the exposed flesh of his side. He grunted loudly. You pulled it out and pushed it in a different area.

For as long as you stood and as long as you had strength, you stabbed him. And, with tired, yet wonderful relief, you watched him fall to his knees and his eyes freeze on the sky.

The rain fell cold. It cooled your hot skin.

Before you fell, you felt arms underneath you.