HEAVY IN YOUR ARMS [A DIN DJARIN X READER STORY]

CHAPTER FOUR: THE PROMISE

Your dreams were plagued with the Mandalorian. He was standing inside of your room, on the opposite side of your door. You sat up in bed and asked what was wrong, if there was any danger. He removed his helmet. You gaped in horror when you saw that the man behind the mask was Vinor Thiff. He smiled sinisterly when he approached the foot of your bed. I'm the danger, he said, pulling out a blaster and firing it directly at your chest, and you screamed.

You woke with a gasping start, your hand making a fist and slamming down on the plushness of your bed. You rolled over and looked at the door, but the Mandalorian wasn't there. It took several minutes for you to calm your breathing and focus on what was around you. The sun was starting to come up. It was almost 07:00.

You got out of bed. The dress that had been hung up for you was pink again. This one was darker, and the shoes it came with were gold. Without the crown to go on your head this time, you felt slightly older. Especially when you tied your hair back and twisted it up so that it stayed out of your face. As you washed your face before the start of your day, a fist knocked on the door.

"Yes?" You turned your face towards the door to listen.

"Princess, it's time to go meet your father for breakfast."

The Mandalorian sounded nothing like Vinor Thiff, and that was somewhat of a relief. The Mandalorian sounded young. Vinor Thriff was old. His voice was raspy and shaky, and laced with evil that you couldn't describe. You shut your eyes and tried to separate the two men. Vinor Thriff would no longer wait at your bedroom door for you. You had the Mandalorian now, and he was different. You couldn't yet trust him, but he was different from the man that scared you this badly.

"Princess?"

"I'm coming," you said. You looked at the reflection in the mirror one final time before you left the bedroom. The Mandalorian was facing your door now, leaning against the opposite wall. He stood up straight when he saw you. "Good morning."

"Morning."

"How did you sleep?"

"Fine," he said.

"Good." You started down the hallway and he walked alongside you. "And breakfast?"

"It was great," he said, "thank you again."

"My pleasure," you said.

The dining room was open, the servants moving around the table. You took your seat and the Mandalorian took his, and as you both lowered yourself, you saw the smiling face of Vinor Thiff cross the dining room. You stiffened and cast your eyes downward, embarrassingly terrified. You could only imagine how pleased his made him, but after the nightmare you had last night, you couldn't help but react this way.

"Good morning, your majesty," he said, nodding at your father, who was already digging into his food. "Princess."

"Good morning, Vinor," your father said, and his eyes flashed at you.