CRIMSON STREAM [KYLO REN X READER] BOOK I

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After encountering Supreme Leader Hux, you and Kylo Ren boarded his ship. You set course for your kingdom. 

"Alert the guards," you commanded, staring out of the viewport. "So they know that we are in coming."

"Yes, Supreme Leader."

Your lips lifted up into a smirk as you felt Kylo brush up against your arm. He stood at your side and looked down at you. You looked up at him. 

The plan was clear; you and the Commander would confront your mother before taking the throne there. Despite not having people to tell you what to do anymore, you wanted to rule your kingdom by Kylo's side. You didn't verbally tell him this, and he didn't ask. It was just known by the both of you that this was how things were now. You could finally have what you wanted; you could finally be together. 

Your souls were intertwined by the Force itself. Now, it was time to take control of the galaxy once and for all.

You fed off of your anger as you landed on the familiar ground of your home planet. You walked alongside Kylo, his cloak hanging off of your shoulders and dragging several inches behind you.

The palace was quiet. Neither you nor Kylo spoke a single word as you walked through the corridors, steps silent against the plush velvet carpet.

You turned towards your mother and father's bedroom. Two guards stiffened at the sight of you. When their fingers twitched for their swords, you swiped your hand slowly.

"You will let the Commander and I through," you said. "And you will not speak of seeing us here."

"We will let you and the Commander through," they chanted together. "And we will not speak of seeing you two here." They bowed. "Your majesties."

As they walked back the way you and Kylo had came, your fiance hummed. "You are excellent at that."

"Figured out I could do it earlier," you said.

You grabbed the handles of the two tall, dark wooden doors and pushed them open. They creaked.

An incredibly strong, incredibly vile scent touched your nose.

You pressed your fingers to your nostrils and stepped inside. Kylo remained directly behind you, hand frozen on his lightsaber. His eyes were watching.

You turned towards the right of the room, where a large bed with golden curtains draped over a crimson red bed set. Your mother knelt at the side of the bed, weeping softly, touching the hand of your father.

What remained of your father.

A decomposed corpse had replaced the man you had known but never loved. His skin was the blue of mold, rotted off of his grey bones, exposing parts of him through maggot chewed clothing. He had sunken into his side of the bed.

You whispered in shock, "Mother?"

She turned her head. Streaks of mascara ran down her face. Her shoulders shook as she looked at you, then at Kylo.

"I knew you were still alive," she said. "Of course you are still alive."

"Mother," you whispered, "what is this?"

"Alastor had a veil over my eyes. This whole time I thought he was dying, but he was really dead." She wept as she picked up a glass of clear liquid. "Poisoned. Dried blood on the rim."

You looked at the corpse that was your father and fought back tears. Although you held no pleasant memories with this man, you were pained to see such a horrific sight.

"I suppose that means Alastor is dead," she said, sobbing again.

"Yes," you replied, eyes shifting to her.

"Will you kill me next?" she asked.

"I don't know," you said. "How much of this plan did you know? How involved were you in my torture?"

She stared at her late husband. "I did whatever your father told me to do. He loved me well."

Your eyebrows furrowed. You thought of your father, and his cold, empty eyes. He had never shown a spark of emotion as he sat upon his throne, drinking either liquor or wine throughout the day, ordering executions for his entertainment. Slapping your mother. Slapping your sisters. Ignoring you.

"What are you talking about?"

She looked at you. "I was unfaithful to him," she said. "I married the king but I loved the prince. I birthed princesses, yes, but all but one truly came from the king."

Your heart was in your ears.

"What?" you breathed.

She smiled an insanely huge grin. "My daughter, the reason Alastor was so intent on training you was because you were his heir. Your father - er, the king - knew there was a possibility you were not his, so he ignored you. Why else would he pretend you did not exist?

"Your Force sensitivity is passed down through Alastor. He longed for you to want to be at his side to rule, but you turned to this Commander... this boy from that island. We considered everything to get you to reconsider and to choose Alastor. Everything. Marriage, even.

"He is your father. He is the deserving king. He is the one that made you who you are today. The reason you are strong, the reason you are beautiful, the reason you are alive. He is-"

You were shaking and tears were trickling out of your eyes. Disgust and horror bubbled out of you like water set to boil for too long.

"You will lift that glass and drink the poison beside you!" you said quickly, voice trembling.

Your mother stopped. Her eyes froze.

"I said you will drink it!" you screamed.

"I will drink the poison."

She stood, dropping the king's hand. She turned towards the table, reached out, picked up the glass, and lifted it to her lips.

"No," you said, voice low and quivering. "You will turn towards me and drink it."

"I will turn to you and drink it," she repeated softly.

"That's right," you whispered. "I want to see your face as you die."

She looked at you. Tears were streaming down your face. A sob broke through your lips and you shook your head, quieting yourself down enough to speak clearly enough.

Kylo's hand touched your back gently. He was reminding you that he was there.

"You allowed that man to abuse me all of my life," you said. "You kept from me that he was my father. And you even considered - even considered... arranging a - a-"

You couldn't finish.

You clenched your jaw.

"Drink it. Now."

Your mother did. With her eyes on you, she gulped down the clear liquid. Although the poison was several weeks or months old, it made her twitch and choke.

Your eyes were frozen and bloodshot and teary and wide as you watched her fall to the floor, grab at the bedsheets, and quickly stop breathing.