"Not many people can tell me no," Kylo Ren declared. "But you evidently think that you can" "That's why you're so stuck up," you retorted quickly. "But someone needs to put you in your place." You were not about to let him win. "And you think that person is you?" You stood up straight still only reaching to his shoulders. You were emboldened by his question. "As a matter of fact I do," you put one finger on his chest. "In fact," you ran the finger down his muscular arm, "I think I can make you do whatever," you put both hands on his chest, "I," you inched your body into his, "want." --------- You are the princess of the planet Malachor, a safe haven for women to become warriors. You have lived your life men-free and you have been fine that way. However, a terrible tragedy earns you the title of queen and forces you into an uncertain alliance with the First Order through your marriage to Kylo Ren. With tempers to match and the same alpha energy, will this be a love to last?

She was just following orders. [Disclaimer] I do not own Star Wars, or any of its characters. This is merely fanfiction. Star Wars and Kylo Ren are (c) Disney and Lucasfilm. Takes place after the events of TFA.