The Tipping Point (Kylo Ren X Reader)

Blame

If you hadn't just destroyed the meeting room you would have suggested that Ren be escorted there immediately. Instead, you decided on the next best thing. 

"Put him in my study." You went to leave the room, "and watch him until I get there. I don't want him snooping around." 

You hastened towards the ballroom. As much as you hated parties, you knew you could not be completely absent from your own. The crowd bowed giving a 'your majesty' when you entered the large ornate room. You smiled gracefully and began to speak. "Thank you all for supporting me during this time. Please begin celebrating. I must attend to a quick issue and then I will be happy to join you all." The music and laughter continued as you gracefully exited. 

You could sense the power radiating from Kylo Ren as you neared the door to your study. You struggled to calm your anger. You knew your body language must convey that you were in charge. You stopped outside the wooden door to your study working to make your mind and body blank and uncaring. You took a breath and advanced in. 

You acknowledged the two warriors awaiting your command, "Adira and Isa you are excused". They nodded and exited swiftly. 

You turned to Kylo Ren crossing your arms.he was wearing the same black clothing but you noticed that he was not wearing his helmet. Forcing you to stare at his gorgeous face. You caught yourself, I don't care. I hate this man.

Kylo bowed to you. "Your majesty."

Was this mockery? You slammed the door shut with your will, never moving an inch. Your lightsaber was out in a flash. You advanced towards him pointing the silver blade to his chest. "You dare come to my planet and mock me? After orchestrating the death of my mother?" Your eyes were unwavering fireballs forcing Ren to answer.

A small wave of confusion passed over Kylo's face. "I did no such thing," he said sternly backing into a bookshelf causing a book to fall to the ground.

This made you madder. You were so close to his chest you swore you could hear his heart beating. "We discovered the maid that poisoned my mother. She told us she was working for the First Order. Do not lie to me." You wanted to puncture his lung right there but something stopped you. Part of you knew he was not faking his confusion.

"I cannot tell you for sure that this was not the First Order's doing," he glowered. "But I can tell you that I did not approve of this course of action." He edged himself out from behind the bookcase, escaping the corner you had him in. "I would be more than happy to investigate this for you," he said lowly.

You extinguished your lightsaber and moved to sit in the large chair behind your desk. You continued to watch him, wanting so badly to see in his eyes that he was lying so you could just cut him in two and be done with it all. But you saw nothing. You pondered for a second. "No, I think I will investigate this." You dared him to disagree with you. "I will have a maid prepare you a room. We leave at sunrise." Before he could respond you rang for the maid and gave her clear instructions, exiting the room with a powerful stride. 

The rest of the day went on rather quickly but through it all, you could not shake the strange feeling you had. You met with your warriors in waiting, informing them of the plan. They strongly discouraged this course of action. 

In order to appease them, you compromised. "I will take Isa and Lenna. Adira you must stay here and carry out my wishes as queen. We will have meetings twice a week while I am away." You paused looking at their solemn faces. "I know it is not ideal but it is what must happen. Do you all understand?" 

They nodded seriously and left for their stations after you dismissed them. You called for Isa and Lenna to wait. "Pack only what is necessary. Bring one weapon of your choice and only a few outfits. The First Order can supply anything else you may need." Before dismissing them you imparted one more instruction, "I know it is customary for us to wear grey but I want the First Order to understand exactly why we are there. Continue to wear your black mourning attire." 

They left the room quickly, eager to pack for the trip yet to come. As you paced towards your room you noticed a figure in all black leaning against the wall. He was reading a book from your library you realized. You cared little of the book but if he thought that he could just take anything he wanted to, he was very wrong. You possessed the intense need to assert your dominance over this ignorant boy. You reached out your hand causing the book to fly out of his hands and into yours. You could feel the smirk on his lips as you strolled away acting as if nothing had happened. What an asshole.

Once in your room, you showered and put on nightclothes before packing. You hoped that the First Order had seamstresses. You had only a few appropriate outfits for this type of ordeal. Finally, you crawled into bed finally focusing on the feeling that had been nagging you all day. You worried that nothing would be the same once you embarked on this mission. Would the First Order kill you too? No. They wouldn't dare. You brushed off your fears and drifted off to sleep, allowing your mind to wander through the blank slate of your dreams.