The Dark Prince (Kylo Ren X Reader)

Too Soon

You were discharged from the hospital the next day. Not that you felt any better, but the doctor said that it was safe for you to go home. You left in a limousine that drove you back to palace, escorted by two guards as you walked through the courtyard to the front doors. 

You were surprised to see that a lot of the damage had already been repaired, the courtyard scrubbed and cleaned of any evidence that there was a battle there. The front doors had been replaced, and the only thing that hinted at previous destruction was the wall surrounding the palace, still being built back up stone by stone. 

You walked silently through the hallways, your head hung as the guards followed close behind you. You led them to the doors of your parents quarters, turning around and smiling weakly.

"Thank you both, but I can go in here alone." They looked between each other, but then nodded, bowing and heading back down the hallway. You sighed, turning back to the doors and pulling them open. Your parents quarters appeared before you, the furniture upturned and scattered around the usually spotless room. The fireplace was cold and flame-less, and the french doors at the balcony were pulled open, the glass shattered and letting the cool breeze float through. 

You shivered, passing by a giant mirror on the wall and catching a glimpse of yourself in it. You still looked the same--though you weren't sure how long that would last. But your face had changed. Not dramatically, but you could see new dark circles under your eyes, your skin paler and less soft than usual. Your freckles had seemed to disappear from your cheeks, and you got up closer, running your fingertips over the bridge of your nose. 

All in all, you just looked exhausted--like it had been weeks since you'd gotten any kind of good sleep. Which was partially true. 

You moved on, turning down the hallway and glancing at a painting on the wall--one of your mother and father. They both looked so regal in it. So cold--their eyes looking off into the distance as they posed stiffly on a wooden bench. Your mother stood behind your father, her hand on his shoulder and his palm on top of hers. Somehow, the painter had managed to capture the slight, but constant frown on your mother's lips, and you laughed to yourself. Even when she wasn't angry, it had always been there. 

Your heart panged. The two of you had never gotten along, and you could only imagine what she would think of you now. But nonetheless, you found yourself missing her as you stared up at the painting, wishing that you could reach up and grab her hand. You wondered what she would say about the baby. She would be disappointed in you, you were sure. But maybe once the initial shock had worn off, she would have been happy. 

And maybe it was just the grief, but you imaged that she would help you through it. She wouldn't be judgmental. She wouldn't criticize. Maybe she would actually be supportive, in a way that you really needed her to be. And even if that wasn't really the truth of what would have happened, that was the way you wanted to imagine it going. Because she wasn't there anymore to prove you wrong. 

You could see your father being happy for you. He'd always been supportive. Your heart lurched again as you imaged him giving you a hug. And you wished more than anything that you would find out what really happened to him. But you knew that that wasn't a possibility. 

You continued down the hallway with a sigh, walking to the study and entering the room. The same giant bookshelves lined the walls, but they weren't as neat as usual, books spilled onto the floor and cracked open to random pages. But you paid it little mind. You weren't there to read.

The grand piano, tucked back into the far corner was what you'd come for. You walked over to it, running your hand along the shiny black surface before sitting down on the stool in front of it, your shoulders slumping forward. You paused, staring down at the notes and slowly raising your fingertips over top of them, laying them down lightly.