Royal Agreements [Kylo Ren x Reader]

chapter eight

"Juban," you mouthed, and his face went red.

When your father sat down after his speech, the servants began to walk around and pour alcohol in your goblets. Kylo's eyes flickered to Juban and he steadily held his intimidating glare.

Juban smirked and tore his eyes away. Kylo shook his head slightly as he glanced back down at you. You fidgeted nervously in your seat.

Juban was angry, there was no doubt about that. But he was angry that he didn't get his way, not necessarily because he didn't get to marry you. He had always gotten whatever he wanted until the Commander decided otherwise.

There was no telling what he would do now.

The possibilities were endless, and you were terrified of each of them. But he was here with minimal soldiers and only a couple of servants; he couldn't do anything yet. In time he would, but not now.

Bowls and plates and racks of different meats, fruits, and breads all were placed along the center of the long table. Kylo took the liberty of filling your plate for you, much to your mother's unnecessary dismay. Luckily for you both, none of the other guests seemed to be entertained by anything other than the food.

She seemed to blatantly be horrified of the actions and gazes you and Kylo seemed to have. When Kylo used the Force to lift a piece of pink fruit from the bowl in front of you and put it on your plate, she burned red. You laughed quietly into your hand.

After dinner, as you and Kylo stood outside and formally thanked your guests, your mother stood idle at your side. You were uneasy, but mostly annoyed at her hovering, until she gripped your arm.

Your father took Kylo with him to discuss final agreements about the war and you were left alone. Your mother tightened her grip until tears filled your eyes. Her fingers pinched the soft skin of your arm. She was pulling you down the opposite side of the hallway.

As soon as she made it to your bedroom door, she threw it open and shoved you inside. Your chambermaids gasped in horror as you half fell against the post of your big bed.

"Out," she ordered the chambermaids.

Without any words, they fled. Marlo was the last to go, offering you one single glance of worry. You nodded for her to leave, and she did.

"You lied to me," your mother hissed.

"What are you talking about, Mother?" you asked. "I never lied to you-"

"You have been seeing the Commander!" she accused, jabbing a finger in your face. "How else would you have formed such a close relationship with him?"

"So what?" you asked. "You want me to pretend to hate my future husband? I don't want to be miserable like you, Mother."

"It is not our job to be happy," she said.

"But we have a right to be!" you said. "What is so wrong about me caring for and loving my husband-"

Her face filled with horror. In a quick, abrupt moment, she slapped you across the face. You gaped as your head was jerked to the side. The stinging sensation that was left on your cheek filled you with anger.

"My whole life," you said through clenched teeth, "I have been putting everything into serving the kingdom I love. In return, you and Father have treated me as no more than an object. Kylo has managed to find a balance in obeying direct orders, caring for his soldiers and for my people, and caring for me."

"You are not permitted to-"

You pushed her away. "I'm more than permitted to do as I please! I am an adult woman, Mother. It doesn't matter. Kylo is leaving in a few hours, and I will be away from him until out wedding."

"Daughter-"

"Out," you spat. She stood still. "I said go!"

She did. You slammed the doors shut and locked them. With tears in your eyes, you went to your small bathroom and grabbed a warm cloth on the side of your sink. You held it under your bathroom faucet and let warm water splash over the surface.

Sniffling softly, you held the warm cloth to your cheek. It felt better instantly, and you let yourself relax. Your mother was delusional. Perhaps you were, too, but your mother was far, far away from normal human feelings.

Tap!

You turned around and looked over the dark room. Two more tapping noises followed. You dropped the cloth and walked hesitantly forward. Another tap made you jump before you realized that it was coming from the glass doors to your balcony.

You opened them and stepped out. The cold air bit the exposed skin of your hand. You stepped to the end of the balcony and looked down to see Kylo. He was standing in front of the wall of vines, a handful of small stones in his hands.

"There you are," he said.

"What are you doing?" you asked.

"I wanted to say goodbye," he answered. "Formally. Will you allow me in, Princess?"

You nodded. He immediately began to climb up. You stepped back and braced your back against the opposite side of the balcony. You rubbed your cheek as he climbed. Once his feet were firmly placed on the ground, you dropped your hands.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

That was all you needed to burst into tears. You reached for Kylo, and he seemed uncomfortable as he pulled you against his chest. He glanced down nervously at you before placing his hands on your back. After a moment, he leaned his head down until his lips were near your hair.

"Shhh..."

"Am I wrong for feeling this way?" you asked.

"It's normal to be sad, Princess," he said. "You're human-"

"No," you whimpered. "Not sad, Commander."

His eyebrows furrowed. He gently pushed you back and held you at arm's length. He shook his head in misunderstanding, and your heart broke slightly.

"Did I interpret you all wrong, Commander?" you whispered.

He frowned as you pulled away from him completely and walked back into your bedroom. You sat at the foot of your bed and put your face in your hands.