The Tipping Point (Kylo Ren X Reader)

Extinguish

Your nightmare was a strange attack of voices. You were sitting in pitch black but voices moved around you. Some of the voices you identified as maids, others were warriors. It was like you could hear every voice in the castle. You tried to figure out what they were all saying but all you could make out was small pieces of gossip.

"I heard that the queen is pregnant."

"No way, I heard that she doesn't even talk to Commander Ren. She like hates him."

"If I was forced into a marriage, I wouldn't talk to my husband either."

 You brushed off the chatter, hoping to hear something other than made up stories about your love life. And then you heard it. 

"You know that we had to kill the queen. It was necessary."

Someone in the castle had killed your mother? You recognized the voice, but in your state of confusion, you couldn't identify it.

Your brain pulled you back into reality and you shot up in bed.

"They're here," you whispered.

Kylo groaned pulling the covers that you had just yanked off back over his body. "Who's here," he asked sleepily.

As much as you wanted answers you also didn't want Kylo to go crazy on your palace staff. "It's nothing. Go back to sleep."

Kylo rolled onto his side, opening his tired eyes to look at you. "You do realize that I can hear your thoughts right? Don't lie to me," he commanded.

You got out of bed and walked into your closet to change, ignoring Kylo. After putting on your outfit you stepped out of the closet and looked at Kylo who was eyeing you expectantly.

You crossed your arms. "I'll tell you when I'm ready." You marched out of your chambers intent on finding whoever ordered the assassination of your mother. You saw Adira walking toward your study and you called to her. She smiled and approached you.

"My Queen, what can I do for you?"

"I have reason to believe that someone in this castle knows who assassinated my mother. I want to interview every single person on the staff."

Adira nodded. "Right away my queen."

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By the end of the day, you were exhausted. You had threatened, pleaded, yelled, and tortured every single staff member and came up with absolutely nothing. No one knew anything, and even if they did they weren't telling. How were you supposed to figure out who killed your mother if no one knew anything? You finally decided that the best course of action was to ask The Force for answers. You trudged to the garden and plopped down cross-legged on the grass. You closed your eyes and allowed the force to flow through you freely, asking the question you so desperately wanted to know but were still afraid to see. Black nothingness surrounded you as you allowed The Force to take your mind to what you hoped was the answer. Suddenly, you saw two figures standing across from each other. As the image grew clearer you realized that they were in a simple staff-issued bedroom. They spoke in hushed tones and you strained to hear them. As you urged The Force to allow you closer to them, one of the figures materialized, showing you the face of someone you knew very well. You watched numbly as your most trusted warrior uttered the words you hated the most.

"You know that we had to kill the Queen. It was necessary."

You gasped. She had killed your mother? Your face grew hot. Anger engulfed you until all you could see was red. Your brain autopiloted down the halls of the castle until you found her, sitting in the meeting room. The tables and chairs had been replaced in your time away and she sat in one, reading a document calmly. As if she wasn't responsible for your mother's death.

She looked up and smiled kindly, acknowledging you, "Hello, Your Majesty."

Rage blinded you as you reached out your hand, flinging her into the wall. She groaned as her head made contact with the wall.

"Why did you do it? Why did you kill my mother?"

She laughed harshly and spat into your face. "She would have let the First Order destroy us. She would have never let you marry Commmander Ren. Even if it meant that her planet, her people, would be safe. Queen Antinea was a coward who couldn't break with tradition even to see the truth."

You were sobbing now. You grabbed the warrior's neck.

"Don't you dare say her fucking name. How could you?"

She gasped for breath, "I did it for you, my queen. For your people. It had to be done for Malachor to survive."

You went completely blind with blood-red fury, closing your hands completely around the neck of the woman you gad trusted with your kingdom.

"I listened to your advice, I told you my deepest secrets. I trusted you," you sobbed violently. 

She forced out her last words desperately, "trust...is...blindness."

You let go of her as she stopped writhing in your hands and she fell to the floor, lifeless. You stared down at the dead body of your once companion, Adira. 

Something inside you snapped. You threw chairs and demolished the new table. Your lightsaber flew in fury as you destroyed everything in the room that you absolutely could, even leaving deep gashes in the walls. Coming out of your high, you backed away from Adira's body and into the adjacent wall, falling to sit against it. Tears and mascara streamed down your face but you didn't notice. You were completely numb. Your anger had vanished leaving you hollow inside. Your brain struggled to understand what had just happened. Adira had betrayed you... and you had killed her with your bare hands. You had killed her. You heard heavy footsteps approaching the meeting room but made no attempt to move. You didn't care who saw you like this. 

Kylo Ren stepped through the doorway stopping to observe the carnage you had created. His eyes paused at the sight of Adira's body, neck a deep shade of red where you had blocked her airway. Kylo turned to look at you, giving away no judgment in his facial expression.

You looked at him with your emotionless eyes, hot tears still streaming down your face.

"So now you truly see me... This is who I am," you motioned to the wreckage around you.

Kylo kicked aside a piece of a chair and proceeded towards you. He offered you a hand and you accepted it, allowing him to pull you up. He gently lifted your chin so you would look into his eyes. He wiped the tears from your face with his gloved hands.

"This..." he gestured at the mess, "is absolutely beautiful."