The Tipping Point (Kylo Ren X Reader)

Marry

Hux raised an eyebrow at you, obviously confused. "You will do what exactly?"

You took a shaky breath, "If you sign a peace treaty with me on behalf of my planet I will..." you forced yourself to choke out the words, "I will marry Ren." Your eyes studied your hands on the table, afraid to see Kylo's reaction. 

Hux chuckled, delighted that he had gotten his way. "I'm glad that you have finally come to your senses, Your Majesty.

Kylo Ren had been sitting motionless, apparently shocked, but finally decided to speak up. "And what if I don't want to marry her?"

Your eyes shot up to stare at him, silently reminding him that not a week ago he'd been sucking on your breast like there was no tomorrow. Having heard you, Kylo grimaced and sat back in his chair.

Hux waved a hand at Kylo dismissing his comment. "What the Commander meant to say was: let's begin the planning immediately."

You nodded coldly, moving to exit before turning back. You might as well say this while Hux was in a good mood. "Oh, and I am also in need of new clothes." 

You walked out of the door and determinedly marched back towards your chambers. You heard your name bellowed behind you and you spun around to face Kylo Ren.

"Do you really want to do this," he questioned. Confusion hung on his face.

"If it means that my planet is once again protected, then yes. I don't like it but my duty is to Malachor and its' well being." You stared at him coldly. It was partially his fault that you were in this mess. He allowed Hux to carry on like a madman. You turned on your heel and walked away, refusing to give Ren the time of day.

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"There there," Isa patted your back while holding your hair as you hurled your guts into the toilet.

You shook violently. The month of frantic preparation had passed in the blink of an eye. You were getting married today. Never in a million years had you thought you would get married. You weren't really even allowed to. But Malachor's traditions were of no concern to the First Order. You were getting married. At this thought you leaned back into the toilet bowl, vomiting every last bit of your stomach contents in one big heave. 

Lenna stood at the door to the bathroom, guarding you against any invisible predators. "I can go murder him if you want."

You sat back, Isa propping you against herself. You were too exhausted to say anything so you just attempted at a half-smile.

"As much as we would like to murder the Commander, Lenna, you know we cannot," Isa spoke sternly.

Lenna shrugged, "It was worth a try."

Isa nudged you, "Your Majesty I know you are not feeling well but I'm afraid its time to start getting ready.

You nodded and allowed Isa and Lenna to help you from the floor before leaving you. You peeled off the nightgown that was clinging to your clammy body and climbed in the shower. You forced your mind to stay blank. Thinking of the matter any longer was not good for your health. You quickly washed your body before turning off the water and wrapping your body in a towel. You brushed your teeth then walked into your bedroom where Isa and Lenna were waiting with a woman. You assumed that she was the seamstress. On your bed lay a large garment bag. The lady ushered you into a bathrobe before leading you to the kitchen where she had turned the table into a makeshift beauty parlor. Isa worked on drying your hair while the kind-faced lady worked on applying multiple layers of makeup.

Lenna pursed her lips as the lady applied elaborate eyeliner, "Is that really necessary," she questioned. 

The lady said nothing and continued her work. Lenna was right, you thought. It was not customary for your people to wear heavy makeup.

"What is your name," you asked the lady.

"Elizabeth," she replied.

"Elizabeth," you repeated. "Nice to meet you. If you don't mind laying off the makeup I would appreciate that very much. It is not customary for my people to wear very much makeup, even on special occasions."

Elizabeth pursed her lips, "I am simply following orders Your Majesty."

Your face grew warm. "Well, I don't care who gave you that order, I'm ordering you to stop. If they have a problem, they can speak to me."

She nodded and added only minimal effects to your face before putting her brushes down and stepping behind you to fix your newly dried hair. She braided your hair before pulling the braids into a loose bun at the back of her head. Once she was satisfied with her work, she motioned for you to follow her back into your bedroom. She slowly unzipped the garment bag and you gasped. The dress was white with black lace flowers meticulously etched into the fabric.

"It's gorgeous," you whispered.

Elizabeth smiled, "A beautiful dress for a beautiful queen."

You removed your robe. Isa and Lenna assisted you in stepping into the dress, pulling it up over your body. It fit like a glove, accenting your curves perfectly. You looked into the mirror that hung from your closet door. You realized how regal you looked and smiled. 

"Oh yes, that reminds me," Elizabeth exclaimed. "Before I forget, I have one more thing, the finishing touch for this dress." 

She picked up a wooden box that had been resting behind the door. 

You raised an eyebrow, "What is it?"

Elizabeth opened the box revealing a tiara made entirely of black jewels. It was absolutely breathtaking. 

Isa smiled. "It's a thank you gift from your people on Malachor, Your Majesty, it also came with this." She handed you a small black box. You opened it and realized what it was. You immediately closed the box, handing it back to Isa.

"Hold on to that for me, please."

Elizabeth smiled while placing the crown on your head. She circled you examining her handiwork and fixing the small creases in your dress. Finally, she stood, "It is time my queen."

You nodded solemnly while Lena and Isa picked up the back of your dress so that you would not trip. The second you were out of your room a swarm of stormtroopers surrounded you blocking you from anyone's view. They led you down the halls until you came upon a set of black double doors. They stopped, moving so you were standing in front of the doors, waiting nervously for them to open. 

Lenna handed you a bouquet of red and black roses and whispered into your ear, "my offer still stands you know."

You chuckled nervously, wishing so badly that you had just sliced Kylo Ren in half when you had had the chance. 

Isa smiled kindly at you, "Don't be nervous. Remember who you are. You are a powerful warrior queen who is saving her people from a war that they cannot win."

You straightened your shoulders and nodded. You forced your eyes to return to their normal uncaring expression. The doors opened and you walked through them, dress trailing behind you.