You Mighty, Submissive Soul • Kylo Ren

Roles

For the first time in practically forever, you were disappointed when you were pulled from unconsciousness. You wanted to fall back into the peaceful slumber that had been long overdue. Prior, sleep had always been just a safe haven. Something you'd rather do than almost anything else. Because when you were asleep, you couldn't feel the weight of loneliness that chronically crushed your shoulders as you went about your day. However, even sleeping still brought some pain - in the form of nightmares.

The same dream still haunted you despite the environmental shift. There wasn't necessarily a pattern to which it occurred; some weeks it played itself every night while others so generously gifted you with a decent night's rest.

Thankfully the universe hadn't delivered the awful memory to your brain last night. Although you weren't sure even the horrid dream could ruin your sleep. The fact that it hadn't occurred made everything so much better when you didn't think it could improve any more.

The bed was unlike anything you'd ever felt in a lifetime - it wasn't firm or solid, like the many surfaces you slept on most of the time. To call it comfy was an understatement. It truly felt like heaven - if such a place existed - to the point where you were afraid that when you opened your eyes you'd be back on Jezuno, or worse, the barbaric cell.

But your mind proved you wrong because when you finally allowed your eyes to flutter open, the only thing that greeted you was the peaceful silence of your new quarters. It was something you never woke to. Even in the early mornings on Jezuno there was no such thing as peace or silence. Someone was always up and at it earlier than you somehow. That, or Murr started his bellowing rampage before the sun could even come up.

As your blurred eyesight began to sharpen, a grin took formation on your face at the thought of yesterday's events. After Kylo left, you explored the place further. There really wasn't much new to discover, but you wanted to admire it forever. The funny thing was that there was without a doubt another room on the base that was a thousand times as nice - perhaps Kylo's. The thought quickly diminished as you continued to marvel at the granite countertops, fingers trailing over it lightly.

Not much later, your brain started to wind down and eyesight fuzzing. Before you crawled into the bed that might as well have been a cloud, you changed clothes for the first time in weeks. Sleep took over immediately as soon as your body hit the smooth, cool sheets.

Now the next morning, you were ecstatic to simply have another day to yourself in your new quarters.

Your new quarters.

The thought of the room belonging to you was almost enough to make your grin turn into a set of giggles.

Somehow you felt happiness on a higher scale than ever before, even though you were technically still a prisoner of the damned First Order. Your head still sunk deep into the pillow when you decided you would rest there a little longer. It wasn't like you had anywhere to be. At least, not for now.

You were wide awake now, mind scanning through recent memories. One in particular still clung to you like a child to its mother.

Princess.

There wasn't anything you could tell yourself that you already had yesterday. Whenever it crossed your mind you told yourself over and over one thing: that is meant nothing. The nickname had been spoken in a sarcastic manner the first time, after all.

But you couldn't stop wondering what the context of the second was.

As you continued to lay in bed, your thoughts drifted from 'princess' to the only thing stressing you out - the decision of your fate. It was most likely being made today.