Captured ||Kylo Ren X Reader||

🌔XXVI

Kylo's arms were still clinging to the small of your back, even though his height made it hard to reach you. Your head rested softly on his torso, snaking your arms around his neck possessively. When you squeezed your eyes for the last time and knew the tears were done, you took a deep breath and continued speaking.

"You said there there was more" you pulled away from him completely, bringing your arms back yo yourself. "About my family." He stared right at you and nodded

"Come on, sit down." He motioned for the edge of his mattress and he sat down first, propping himself up on his thighs by his elbows. You seated yourself next to him, already detecting the mixture of excitement and anxiety brewing inside you. The last time you felt this way was on your last mission. He took a deep breath, and you watched his shoulders raise and drop soon after. It was a calming site, it reminded you that he was human. "What do you know about your family."

"I know I come from three generations of exceptional Bounty Hunters. I know my father-"

"No" he stopped you. "Your mother."

You inhaled quickly and looked straight ahead, trying to think back to anything that anybody could have told you regarding her. "Nothing. I don't know anything."

Kylo seemed more anxious now, as his body language screamed it. He took another breath, softer this time, and turned his head to look at you. You noticed that his braid was still sterdy. "You have to promise me something, before I tell you."

"I've already given you everything." He ignored you

"You have to promise me that you never call me a Monster." He said in a hoarse whisper. You burrowed your eyebrows "it's a bargain."

"What does that have to do with my parents?" You questioned.

"Please." He shook his head and closed his eyes "Just promise me."

"Alright." You said smoothly, as you never intended on calling him a monster anyway. "Alright, I won't"

Instead of a simple 'thank you' he lifted your chin up by the tips of his first two fingers and his thumb and planted a kiss on your lips. It wasn't how aggressive his usual kisses were. This one was sweet and passionate- like he was trying to calm you down. He pulled your lips as he parted with them and they ended with a smacking sound.

"It must be quite the story if you kiss me like that."

"Kiss you like what?" He asked with that signature Solo smirk

"So..." You couldn't think of a word to describe it "so lovingly"

"I only kiss you lovingly because I love you." He gave you a genuine smile, one where his lips stretched from ear to ear and his perfectly imperfect teeth shone through. It made you content, and it reminded you that you fell in love with him because you still saw the light in him.

You felt your cheeks fluster for the first time in years, and your cheeks turned a bright pink as you turned your head so you couldn't face him. You heard him chuckle, and quickly reminded yourself that he had the answers you had been looking for the past 19 years. You looked back at him, trying to contain your blush, and regained yourself.

"So what is it. How am I a Jedi"

The smile from his lips disappeared. "It was your mother. She had to keep it a secret, though"

"Why?" You sounded so eager.

"She was a princess. The First Order was tracking down all the Jedi and holding them captive- that is, until I slaughtered them."

A princess? You completely ignored his sly comment about his title as the Jedi Killer.

"A princess." You read your thoughts aloud, looking straight ahead with a slightly open mouth. "From where?"

"Chandrilla."

"You've got to be kidding me. There's no way." Your mind traced back to when you had first learned about the Assassination of Verona, 16 years after it happened. If you remembered correctly, you were informed by a woman with big glasses at Maz Kanata on Takodana. You didn't think much of it at the time, but now ...

"Your mother was Luna Verona" he said in a cold tone, like he hated the news himself.

Your eyes widened at the news, and how blind you had been the past years. Now it was so clear how easy it could have been for you to find out. But you never did, you were terrified of what you would find.

"Then that makes me-"

"The Lost Princess." He finished for you and you let the information flood in

I'm a Princess?

It didn't seem to fit you. You had spent your entire life robbing and manipulating people out of their money, not balancing books on an oblate head and learning fork etiquette.

"How do you know this?" You asked other questions in hopes of being distracted. You couldn't think about this now, not while you still had to decide on Kylo's offer.

"You look like her. Luna, I mean." He began "Darth Vader used to visit Padmé's grave. It was a stone cast of Padmé, and it was put in a tomb for highly-appreciated royalty." He put a hand on your thigh and it made you jump "I went there once, many years ago. Your mother's grave was there- and the second I saw you I saw her. That's why I couldn't kill you the first time we met." He referred to your first duel, when you still had a full coat of armour and went up against his light sabers with your blades.

"She killed herself because she couldn't live without my Father" you made the connections. "Padmé died of a broken heart-" you looked up at him and you immediately detected the commiserating look in his eyes. "Is that going to happen to us?" You asked as if he knew the answer, and he immediately shook his head.

"I'll never let you die. Vader was too weak to save people from death but I am stronger than him." His hand on your thigh tightened, securing your whole leg with his wide hand "and you will never be put in a situation that you would have to die for me."

"I would do it." You tried your hardest to stop thinking about the news and focus on Kylo, who always seemed to be a distraction to you. "But you better not get yourself killed, Mister." You tried to make light of the situation.

"I don't fear death anymore."

"Why not?"

"Because I've fulfilled everything my life has called me to. I defeated the Jedi, I have become the strongest Jedi. I've become Supreme Leader." He lifted your chin up again, his hand still caressing your thigh. "And I've found you. I'd die a content man"

"And Rey?" You questioned "she is a Jedi too. Equal to you had f I remember correctly"

"She is irrelevant. With Skywalker dead she will have no one to teach her. She will turn to the Dark Side for guidance eventually." He let go of your chin. "You don't have to worry about that."

"I don't, really. I am just in favor of an end to the war."

"It's nearing." He began his tangent. "The First Order is growing stronger every day. And now with a new Jedi aboard the Star Destroyer, we are even stronger."

Your mind immediately raced to your work in joining the Allied Powers. You didn't want to tell him, though. It was not your place to bring down either the First Order or the Powers.

"Kylo-" you stopped him and he immediately looked back at you with full attention "when you turned. They gave you a title. It was the Lost Prince"

"If that does not scream to you that we are meant to be together I don't know what does." Kylo replied, you took it as sarcasm.

"But we've both been found. At least, to each other."

"That's all that matters to me."

"The Lost Prince and the Lost Princess."