Captured ||Kylo Ren X Reader||

🌘VII🌘

"How was it? Did she put up a fight?" The brunette beauty said as her husband entered the room.

There was no denying she was one of the most beautiful ladies in the galaxy. With her light brown hair and deep blue eyes, she was said to be even more beautiful then Padmé herself. It was all fitting, however, since she was the heir to the throne of Melanie, an inner rim planet that favored isolationism.

"She didn't. She's just scared." Kylo said expressionlessly, removing his robes from his shoulders.

"What are you going to do with her?" She sat down on the edge of their bed, crossing one leg over the other.

"Yasmyn, I can't make any executive decisions right now. All that matters is that she is in our custody" he said, slightly annoyed.

Not that he had any feelings for her. Of course, they had been married a few months and had their fair share of pleasure, if you know what I mean, but there were no genuine and happy moments. Not one of their kisses had been filled with passion or love, and during the night they'd stray apart like water and oil. Yasmyn felt the same. She had been ripped from her family to marry a man she did not know, or love. It was a cliche love story.

Yasmyn, who was supposed to take the throne as queen, had fallen in love with a Cook from her palace. But of course, a cook is no match for a Princess and she, by the will of her father, was given to the highest bidder, or whoever would trade with Melanie. Yasmyn didn't love Kylo, as her heart was stuck with the cook, but she had to do what was right for her planet.

Kylo, aging quickly and in need of a child with Force Sensitivity, took her as his bride without a second thought. He saw it as nothing. Yasmyn, to him, was nothing but a child-bearer. He had, in fact, planned a ship to take her back to Melanie after giving birth. And if she put up a fight from being separated from her child, he would kill her.

This plan would work if Yasmyn could bear children.

But this is something she hadn't told Kylo yet. She knew exactly what she was to him and she knew that if she could not give him what he wanted, he would slaughter her. Yasmyn, in fact, believed him to be a sociopath.

"Why does that matter? The Supreme Leader is dead and you won't kill her."

"Now what makes you say I won't rip her in half and ship both halves to each of her parents?" He spat and began towards Yasmyn.

"Nothing." She said, terrified of her own husband. "But I see no shame in just killing her." He was looking over her now, watching her intently.

"You see no shame in letting the girl that killed my master die? She deserves to suffer." He averted his eyes but brought his hand to her chin, and her lip quivered slightly. She took a deep breath in as he lifted her chin to face him. "What is it?" He asked humbly.

"Nothing." Yasmyn replied, praying that he would stop touching her.

"I sense fear. Its radiating off your body, Yasmyn. What's wrong?" Kylo asked, oblivious.

"I said its nothing!" She retorted and used the force to flick his fingers from her face. Yasmyn was hot-headed, there was no doubt.

"You can tell me anything." Kylo said, not angered.

"No I can't!" She said, turning away from him and cupping her head in her hands. "You know nothing."

"I know more than you believe. Are you afraid of me?" He asked, watching her cry from behind her. He clenched his fists although he did not know why.

Yasmyn regained herself and turned to face her husband, trying to be dauntless even though she was secretly terrified. "Yes. I am terrified that I will make you just angry enough. I fear that you will someday strike me down in anger. I know you, Kylo Ren." She said, tears fumbling down her face. Kylo was speechless. "And you know that we do not love each other."