The Dark Prince (Kylo Ren X Reader)

We Can Do Things Our Own Way

You woke up slowly, the sun shining down on you though the wide windows behind your head. You yawned, rolling over to put your hand on Kylo's chest next to you. But when you reached for him, your eyes still closed sleepily, your hand fell on nothing. You furrowed your brow, your eyes opening to the sight of an empty mattress. The space he'd been laying in just hours before was vacant of his figure, and you sat up, rubbing at your eyes and frowning. 

His sheets had been pulled back neatly, folded into place with his pillow propped perfectly at the headboard. But on top of the comforter, a small note laid on the soft surface, your name written in cursive on top. You reached for it, unfolding it quickly and scanning the words. 

Y/N,

It read.

Meet me in the gardens when you wake up. I have a surprise for you. 

-Kylo

You smiled, holding the letter to your chest and sighing happily. You pulled the sheets off of your legs, sliding onto the floor and walking into the bathroom. You splashed water in your face, throwing on a flowy, loose fitted blue dress and slipping on comfortable flats. You glanced in the mirror, smiling at how your face had started to look less exhausted, the pale tint gone from your skin and replaced with a warm glow. You looked healthy for the first time in weeks, and you ran your hand over your stomach, admiring your figure in the mirror. 

It didn't bother you anymore--the way you looked as you glanced down at your abdomen. It represented you and Kylo. Your connection. Your future together. And now all it brought you was happiness. 

You strolled back out into your bedroom and then the hallway, walking briskly into the stairwell and descending it with a smile. You rushed out into the gardens, your eyes scanning around for Kylo but finding only trees and plants, the sun shining brightly on your face. 

You continued along, shielding your eyes with your hand as you peered around. Still, you couldn't see him anywhere. But then a thought popped into your head--a memory that felt like it was from a million years in the past now. But it floated to the front of your mind, and you wondered if it might help you find him. You played the scene in your head, smiling at how different things had been back then. 

A small stream had appeared before you, a wooden swing covered in green vines sitting on the grassy bank. You'd made your way towards it, running your hand along the faded timber as you sat down, taking in a slow, deep breath. He'd sat down next to you, making sure to keep a good distance between the two of you, which you'd appreciated. But deep down, you remembered wanting him closer. Much closer.

The two of you rocked back and forth on the bench, the stream's water running slowly over small rocks and pebbles, bubbling quietly. You could feel his gaze on you, scanning over your figure. You looked up to meet it, immediately falling into his dark irises.

"Do you ever feel trapped?" You'd whispered, getting too deep all too quickly, but you were almost never in the presence of someone who was in the exact same situation you were in. Someone who would understand. You hadn't been able to help yourself. He blinked, something swirling behind his eyes.

"Sometimes." He'd replied.

"I do." You sighed, "Every day."

"Because of the marriage?" He questioned.

"Even before that." You mumbled, staring down at the brook. "I don't think I was meant for this life."

"Sure you were," He said, "You just have to commit to it."