Insignificance

Give Him Hell

You launched yourself out of that office hatch startling a pair of troopers walking by, you glared at them for just having the misfortune of being in your path of rage. They scurried. You barely noticed Hux walking down the hall escorting who else but Isolde to her meeting.

She spotted you, eyes narrowing, scanning you head to toe no doubt seeing your blushed cheeks, messy ponytail, and slight sheen of sweat covering your face. You saw a flicker of pure rage in her eyes, her mouth pressing into a firm line.

Great, that was NOT what you needed. You ignored her looks and walked as fast as you could to your dorm hoping not to run into anything else.

You were never a dishonest friend, but you did not want to cause a rift by mentioning the inappropriate advances of a certain supreme leader. Truthfully, you really didn't want to hear if he was just doing the same thing to everyone, though you did doubt it seeing as you had met with your friends after their meetings and absolutely nothing seemed off and they told you what had happened during. Were you feeling, jealous? you shoved the thought down. You and your friends had discussed a lot, but you never quite got to the question on if they would be happy or disappointed being chosen as the Supreme Leaders empress.

He must have known that his next appointment was  minutes away, but he knew exactly what he was doing too, you were positive of that much.

You reached your room with no further run ins, going straight to your bed and flopping on it like your bones ceased to exist and you let out a loud groan. Why was this trip turning out to be so weird? You turned over your last hour over and over, frustrated and confused. You were just about to drag yourself into a cold shower when your data pad alerted you to a message.

"Dear guest,

The first order will be hosting a formal dinner this evening to honor your presence and the strength of the first order and its alliances. Assistants will arrive at 6 p.m. to ensure you are at your most presentable. Dinner commences at 7 p.m."

God damn it! Insult to injury, this one was. It was already 5:30 p.m. and you were mentally drained. Why not tell us earlier? You scoffed and stalked to your wardrobe. Fancy? fine, you would give Ren hell and look your absolute best while doing it.

You chose the gown you werent sure you'd use, your best weapon in your attire. The gown was long sleeved,obsidian black sheer lace hugging your every curve, thicker floral lace gathering over your breasts and other significant parts but hardly leaving anything to the imagination. It was gorgeous. You hung it outside of your wardrobe and took a quick shower, getting out just in time to answer the door for your assistants.

*Your dress*

The next hour consisted of you being brushed and poked and prodded until they were satisfied with their work, makeup impeccable, hair styled in loose curls tumbling down your shoulders, one side swept back by a beautiful black comb encrusted with blood red rubies.

You gave yourself a once over in the mirror after being fully dressed, feeling pretty damn good about yourself.

Give him hell you certainly would, and you strode out the door with your chin high and pride unwavering making your way towards the banquet.