The lost princess-on hold

Her discontent, his rules

The soldiers practically dragged Rey through the muddy ground onto the tent that would hold her prisoner. Her shoes and dress were stained and ruined by being treated harshly like that. Rey felt exhausted from kicking and screaming her lungs out. One man grabbed her hands while the other tied them together securely with a thick rope. Before they could leave the tent, they made sure the rope was fastened to a wooden pole which also held the tent in place. It was secured to the ground and not even strong winds could take it down. 

"You idiots!" Rey yelled at them as they left laughing. 

She looked at her hands, then at the pole, and tried to break free by pulling hard. It was impossible. With each failed attempt, the rope would bruise her skin. She then sat on the cold ground quietly, wrapping her arms around her knees as she studied the place. Now Rey wasn't sure if she would ever go to Stewjon or worst, go back to Birren. Maybe she was destined to be that man's prisoner for the rest of her existence. But why her? Who was this man and why is this camp set here? 

Someone must have seen the whole situation and told the queen about her handmaiden's capture. Leia would never allow Rey to get hurt by the enemy. Shutting her eyes tightly, Rey expected for all of this to be a nightmare. That whenever she opened them up again, Birren's castle would appear, and instead of the smell of soil after rain, it will be of lilacs. 

Please, my queen, send help already. 

The sound of footsteps alerted the girl and quickly rose from the floor. "Stay here," Sir Ren stepped inside the tent, ordering his men to keep watch outside. 

The mysterious man stood there, staring at Rey with some sort of curiosity. When he took some steps closer, Rey threw herself at him with some anger. If only she could get his sword and maybe use it to somehow escape. However, the rope had other ideas. Ren foresaw Rey's intentions and decided to circle her slowly, maintaining a certain distance from the fiery woman. 

"I will ask again," He then broke the silence, his eyes boring into hers as he stopped. "Who are you?"

Rey's eyes flew to his, her rage turned into intrigue now. His tone of voice was more firm and somewhat menacing. The handmaiden didn't have other option but, to tell the truth. If she behaved differently, perhaps the bastard would set her free. It was time to act cooperatively even when she hated it.

"I'm Rey, a handmaiden of the Queen of Birren." She answered in a cold but firm voice. 

His eyes narrowed, "A handmaiden you say?" Sir Ren then resume his walking around her, both arms crossed behind his back. "Why would the queen sent one of her ladies to such a dangerous trip?" 

"Because... it's a simple favor from her! I'm on a mission to find someone!" Rey answered following his movements closely. He could be capable of anything just like all the rest of perverts back on Birren. 

He stopped in his tracks, "And who that might be?"

Sighing, Rey wished to escape at that moment. The man wanted to know everything involving her and also Queen Leia. Why was he so bloody interested? "...If I tell you, would you let me go?"

Ren's mouth slowly curved into a smile. "That is something I would personally decide. You seem to know a lot about Birren. For once, I don't doubt you could be a liar and be setting us up here..."

"I'm not lying!" Rey insisted. She then felt horrified as Ren suddenly began moving towards her as if Rey was a prey. With every step he took, Rey took a step back until her back was against the hard wooden pole. He then stopped, so close Rey worried their bodies could rub up against each other. 

She was beautiful, defiant, and tough. Ren considered women like her type intriguing and somehow admirable. "Tell me then, Rey, what are you looking for?" Still looking at her eyes. 

His gaze was hypnotizing and Rey couldn't stop staring at his piercing eyes either. Taking a deep breath, Rey chose to answer. "I'm a descendant of Sir Obi Wan Kenobi. I must go to Stewjon and find where he used to live."

"Kenobi..?" His face contorted in anger as he took some few steps backward. "The same Kenobi who betrayed my... that traitor.." 

Rey narrowed her eyes in confusion. The dark warrior's face expression changed to that of anger as if he couldn't believe what she just said. She thought about saying more but preferred to stay quiet. Why would he refer to Sir Kenobi like that? 

"Well then, Miss Kenobi, there is a change of plans." He gibed. "My men and I will personally take you to Stewjon under my rules. To hell with Birren's kingdom."

"W-What?!" Rey shouted, shaking her head in disbelief. "But I told you all! Just let me g.."

"Silence!" He spat pointing at her. "You'll do as I say because, in the end, I'll tame you. I'll tame you." 

Those last words shook Rey making her drop to the ground on her knees, feeling defeated. He then walked out of the tent, ordering the soldiers to keep an eye on her. She was now his enemy and couldn't wait to get rid of the rest of the Kenobi family back on their hometown. The girl would serve him as a guide to their new destination. 

His grandfather considered Sir Kenobi a brother whom he could rely on. However, Kenobi turned his back on him too and made everyone hate the great King Anakin; this including Leia and Luke. People who caused harm to his grandfather were his enemies too, including that Kenobi traitor.

Rey's eyes filled with tears, more from frustration than pain. She was now Ren's prisoner and would never return to Birren's castle. She thought she would never sleep either. All was quiet but she felt fear shaking her awake whenever sleepiness came over her. Eventually, Rey gave up her strength and fell asleep on the cold ground. Tough days awaited the young woman ahead.