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A Royal Affair - Chapter 5 (Kylo RenXOC)

The First Order is looking to expand its allies and Corellia is known for its great Starships and the royal family. Princess Cora Ardmore is less than thrilled about her future marriage to General Hux, and even less thrilled to have Kylo Ren as her temporary bodyguard.

AN: I just want to warn people that this is definitely a darker fic from me. Plus I do not hate General Hux at all regardless of how I’m portraying him in this fic, I love him but have some dark headcanons about him. I also want to thank @neeharlow and @kittyofalltrades for helping bringing this fic to life with our roleplay thread :D

Warnings: None, Perhaps a lil fluff if you squint really really hard.

Chapter 5

Kylo Ren

The week went on, every day I spent with Cora and her handmaidens. Whilst I made no effort to be friendly with any of them, I had taken the time to at least learn the names of her handmaidens. And Cora was doing her best to be polite and civil with me. The kinder she attempted to be, the more I didn’t want to be around her. This was a temporary arrangement; it wouldn’t benefit either of us to develop some kind of friendship. Even if the more time I spent with her, the more likeable I found her. Not that anything could come of it. Nor would I let it.

Cora was wearing a royal blue gown, the sleeves long but her shoulders bare. Thomasin had curled Cora’s hair today and left it down but added a thin gold headband to Cora’s long black locks. Even I had to admit, she looked pretty. Cora led us outside to the gardens; it was seemingly her favourite place to be, and I could understand that when the palace was teeming with stormtroopers and officers. She wanted somewhere seemingly untouched by The First Order. Thankfully, so far Hux had yet to really bother her as he was too busy gaining the trust of the planet’s politicians and higher-ups.

She led us inside the huge greenhouse, a wave of warm air washing over me. There were all sorts of flowers and plants inside, all in full bloom. Whilst I didn’t care for things like this, I had to admit there was beauty to it. Cora seemed relaxed in here, her shoulders no longer held high and tense. I had noticed over the past few days how to read her body language and her facial expressions. Most of the time inside the palace, she put up a façade, wanting to seem confident, elegant, and regal. Someone that demanded respect.

And yet in these small moments when it was just her handmaidens and I, she let her real self shine through. She let her guard down, allowed herself to be vulnerable and to speak freely. In these small moments, I even found her a little likeable. I suppose, after agreeing to keep the sun house a secret from Hux, I was one of the few she trusted to be herself around. And whilst we were on opposing sides, it made sense that she needed to trust me if I was going to be her bodyguard for the time being.

Cora went over to the nearest flowers, leaning down to inhale its sweet scent. Flora remained by the door, keeping a close, protective eye on Cora. Thomasin and Minthe headed further inside the greenhouse, making friendly conversation. Cora seemed to stop and admire each different plant and flower she came across. The longer this went on, the more I felt this was a waste of time. Snoke wouldn’t be happy about this and hopefully, he would ensure Hux didn’t reduce me to a bodyguard again.

“Did you know that flowers actually have meanings behind them?” Cora asked. “What?” I replied. “It was a tradition during balls and other events that people would communicate their feelings for each other using flowers.” My brow furrowed under my helmet, “that seems…pointless.” Cora’s smile faded slightly at how quickly I turned down her topic of conversation. It was like looking at a sad puppy and I felt a very small pang of guilt. I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to indulge her…or at least pretend to. Letting out a sigh, I forced the next few words out of my mouth.

“What about those? What do they mean?” I asked, pointing at a cluster of small, delicate purple flowers. Cora’s gaze followed where I was pointing, and her smile grew again. “Asters are a symbol of love,” Cora replied. I wished I’d never asked. It angered me further that I, Kylo Ren, The Jedi Slayer, was being reduced to a bodyguard having to listen to this brat talk about flowers. Clenching my jaw, I continued to follow her through the greenhouse and pretend to listen to her explain the different meanings of flowers to me.

Now only a quarter of the way through the greenhouse, I couldn’t take it anymore. “All of this seems like pointless information,” I cut her off mid-sentence. Cora’s shoulders slumped at my words, her smile fading once more. This only made me more frustrated, she probably thought she could just bat her eyelashes at me, and I’d just give in to her. “When you previously mentioned princess lessons, I had thought they were teaching you things that would benefit you for the future. Like battle tactics, self-defence, and negotiation methods. Not flowers and embroidery,” I said matter-of-factly.

“Embroidery is not useless; it can actually be very useful for someone in my position.” “Is that so, princess? Please enlighten me on how embroidery is helping you right now.” Cora huffed softly but didn’t answer me, meaning either she didn’t have an answer, or it was a secret she wasn’t willing to share. She pressed further into the greenhouse, and I let her go. She was still within my eye line, and it was clear we both wanted a break from each other. The sooner Hux found a replacement for me, the better. I needed to get off this planet and as far away from her as possible.

Cora stopped at the fountain, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath as if to calm herself down. When she reopened them, she walked over to a small box fixed on the wall and opened it. A few butterflies scattered, now flying around the greenhouse. Some of them landed on flowers, whilst others continued to stretch their wings. All of them were different colours with various patterns across their wings. Cora watched them with a sense of longing, likely wishing she could escape her own cage.

One of them landed on her finger, a large blue and black one. A smile spread across her face as the butterfly stayed put, seemingly comfortable with her presence. At that moment, she truly looked like a princess, so pure, dainty, and beautiful. It was moments like these that I was even more grateful that the helmet I wore hid my face. I could get away with looking at Cora as much as I wanted, and none of her handmaidens were the wiser. It was nice to see her smile for a change. My eyes raked over her form, unable to deny her beauty. Her long black hair looked softer than any silk, and a part of me wondered what it would be like to run my fingers through it. Snapping myself out of my thoughts, I hastily exited the greenhouse and waited outside.

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Later that evening, I decided to leave Cora in the company of her handmaidens; I needed to just take a break from her. Hux would likely attempt to berate me for it, but at this point, I couldn’t care less. I just wanted a moment alone, considering I hadn’t had a single one since landing on this damned planet. It was dark in the palace gardens, and I knew I would be left alone out here. The palace itself had lights on in most of the rooms, the bottom floor had silhouettes of staff moving around. But my focus was on the third floor, more specifically on one of the balconies.

Cora stood on the balcony that was connected to her bedroom, her hands resting on the railing. She looked out into the distance, if she knew I was out here, she didn’t show any signs. Not that I believed she could see me in the darkness. Her shoulders shook gently, and her head bowed slightly, clearly, she was crying. I had to admit; I did pity her considering what would come from her marriage to Hux. She’d already lost so much in a short amount of time, her home, her personal guard, her mother, but most of all, her freedom.

“Cora!” Hux snapped, his voice distant but no less distinguishable. He joined her on the balcony, Cora quickly wiping her eyes to hide any signs of her weakness. He stood at her side, his mouth moving, but I was too far away to make out what he was saying. But judging by Cora’s body language, it wasn’t anything nice. Likely berating her about being out on the balcony without me. He probably thought she was going to throw herself off, but Cora wasn’t that desperate for escape. Yet.

He grabbed her wrist roughly and began to drag her back inside. The sight of him handling her so roughly made my fists clench hard enough that the leather strained. He didn’t even love her, let alone care for her, so it made no sense to me why Snoke was allowing this marriage to even go ahead. Snoke had to know that if the Corellians saw how poorly Hux treated their beloved princess that they would revolt and cause us further issues. Cora deserved better. She deserved to be happy and to be with a man who adored her, and who would keep her safe.

But I wasn’t that man. Nor could I be. And with my growing feelings for her, I knew it was best that I remove myself from the situation. Whilst I believed it was just a stupid crush, I knew that if those feelings developed further, they would do me no good. I had to return to The Supremacy, return to Snoke, and focus on my training. There was a fleeting thought about whether Cora would be safe without me, but I knew Flora would keep her safe for the time being.

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storytellingdreamer · 1 year

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Star Wars Feels: Rogue One edition

My partner and I decided last year that after Andor finished, we’d watch Rogue One and then the Original Trilogy movies. The holiday period meant we had to hold that thought, but we started it tonight. For the next four weeks, we’ll be watching them on Saturday evenings.

Tonight was Rogue One. I watched this for the first time a few years ago and it still holds up so well. I love it to pieces, which is a highly unusual thing for me to say about a movie where all the main characters die by the end of it!

SO MANY feels.

This is my second watch. It means I can pay more attention to the different layers instead of getting swamped by them.

Cassian and Jyn, from Jedha onwards, lean into each other - they pick up each other's lines and support each other's actions. It's why Cassian's (almost) betrayal on Eadu hurts so much for both of them. I love them both so much. The way they start apart, with walls up, then slowly (and then very quickly) the walls crumble, until suddenly: “I’m not used to people sticking around...” and “Welcome home.” Before of course, the finish: “Your father would be proud.”

And the family these two build around them along the way.

Bodhi. Bodhi, Bodhi, Bodhi. The way he grows in confidence across the film but especially from Yavin IV onwards (it started at Eadu but Cassian's betrayal meant there was a setback, effectively). I love him.

Baze and Chirrut are another gorgeous pair, and I love how well matched they are. The cynic and the dreamer. The protector and the believer. Totally bad arse. A love story, whether you read them as romantic or besties, brothers or QPPs.

I love all of them.

Also, the roles of Guerra and Mothma and Bail Organa and the politics and all of that - it’s so good. My partner wants a Saw Guerra TV series now. I agree. He’s such a complicated, tragic character.

My favourite Mothma moment is the little smile she gives when told the Rogue One team are on Scarif. And my favourite Bail moment is of course the one where he talks of going back to Alderaan (noooooooooo) and he’ll send a messenger to his old friend - “I’d trust her with my life.”

Moving on.

I love the score. I adore it. The music is just -!!

The real genius of Rogue One is that (whether by accident or on purpose) it hasn’t forgotten its roots. This Tumblr post explains what I mean by that. This affects the pacing, the way scenes are cut together, the different POVs of each battle, and more. It works so well.

Quoting that Tumblr post:

There’s a moment some time during the third act when every viewer realizes, “Oh wow, this is actually how things are going down. I suddenly know how this movie is going to end, and yet I can’t believe they’re really doing this. Are they really going to let a Star Wars movie end like this?”

You know, basically from when they shut the gate, that it's now a suicide mission; the plan changes from "retrieve plans" to "send plans", and their chances of survival are not good.

(There have been powerful moments in the battle before this, of course - for example, the feeling of visible joy on Blue Leader and the Rogue One ground team's faces when BL comes to the rescue of some is just -!!)

But this sense of inevitability persists throughout the rest of the film with a growing dread, disbelief, and awe.

There's the struggle to send the plans, with the main character sacrifices falling, and the moment of terrible triumph where Admiral Raddus's plan sends the shield gate open - but almost immediately, it's swamped by the overwhelming sense of the oncoming storm - the music turning dark, and ominous, and sombre.

And the last 2-5 minutes of the film still punch me right in the gut.

Those last five minutes are a real case study in "on and on until every chance is spent" - the race against time, the awesome (terrible) power of the Death Star, followed by the terror of Vader.

And then. AND THEN.

"Your highness... what's this they've brought us?"

"Hope."

It destroys me.

That’s the theme of Star Wars, you see: that there is hope, and light, even in the most unlikely places. If we choose to act on it.

I can’t wait for next Saturday and A New Hope.

Luckily this is also coming at a time when I’m getting my mojo back about the Seize the Light fic - I’m hoping that watching the films continue to help with that.

#star wars #rogue one #star wars feels #hope #rebellions are built on hope #jyn erso #cassian andor #bodhi rook #baze malbus #chirrut imwe #leia organa

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how-the-feathers-have-fallen · 2 years

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After seeing Obi and Leia in the Kenobi series it really gives a new meaning to the fact that Leia named her son Ben. Ben the future of the Jedi. Ben her only hope.

#star wars #star wars feels #they are a hittin folks #obi wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi series #leia organa #sequel trilogy #ben solo

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dexters-bluemilkshakes · 2 years

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they had a tradition, you see.

a ritual of sorts.

it kept them sane, gave them something to look forward to at the beginning of each day, because by the end of it they were beaten and bruised and wondering if they should go on.

anakin and obi-wan found solace in sunrises.

it started when anakin was a padawan. he had so much energy, so much power in him, that obi-wan would wake him up early to watch the sunrise, to try and quiet his mind and focus on the ascending rays.

that lasted for less than a week.

it turned into just talking under a pale, dusk sky that slowly turned orange as the sun of whatever planet they were on began to rise.

they bonded at the beginning of each day, sometimes sipping tea as they did.

when the war broke out, it stopped being every day. it was more like whenever they had the time, which wasn’t often, but it wasn’t not often. obi-wan would make sure to bring special biscuts and tea because the sunrise talks were less common now.

soon it turned into Not Horrible tasting ration bars and caf strong enough to get them through the day, even though it tasted like oil.

when ahsoka became anakin’s padawan, she joined in.

anakin had never thought to ask why obi-wan always had their bonding time at the beginning of the day once obi wan gave up on it being solely to make anakin tired out. ahsoka asked though.

obi-wan looked softly into the rising sun and explained it was because it started the day with hope, and that they could talk about nothing of importance because nothing has happened that day. at the end of the day, talks are tainted with bitterness and stress and all the bad feelings from everything that’s happened. obi wan wanted a peaceful start to each new war-torn morning.

ahsoka loved the tea and sunrises, even if she did fall asleep on anakin or obi wan or both most of the time.

when ahsoka left, there was no sunrise tea for months.

there was never an agreement to start up again. anakin and obi wan just found each other early one morning and it began anew.

there was less talking now. there were less good things to say.

in the last good days, when the republic still thought there was a chance at victory, but the war was also in full swing, anakin and obi wan found time to do it every time they were on a world together.

then the good days ended.

anakin started to slip.

obi-wan would wait for anakin, and he wouldn’t show. he was with padmé or the chancellor or brooding somewhere.

obi-wan no longer found it funny to tease him about any of this, because he knew it now consumed his old friend.

true to his word though, obi-wan never let them do it at the end of the day.

and then there was the last bonding chat in front of the fiery sky.

they were on Yerbana. anakin spent the day obsessing over battle plans and the safety of everyone while disregarding his own.

obi-wan also noticed he was more and more on edge every day that they were away from coruscant.

and anakin missed tea, again.

obi-wan had been looking forward to it. he had acquired special tea that had hints of lemon and spice, rather than being plain black tea, and he had an actual biscut and some jam for he and anakin to split. they hadn’t been able to have a real biscut in months.

anakin felt horrible, and obi-wan could sense something was wrong.

this was right before the battle of coruscant, the last battle they had before the End began.

obi-wan, of course, didn’t know that specifically.

but he knew that he wanted to talk to anakin, no matter what.

so he invited anakin to a cliff side with a view of the sky later that day.

anakin accepted the invite, grateful that he wouldn’t miss tea again. he was so caught up in the relief he forgot the words of obi-wan all those years ago, when he said why he didn’t like to do this at the end of the day.

if anakin was being honest, he had forgotten a long time ago.

they sat on the old blanket from anakin’s padawan days. the tea was hot, and the biscut was good, and he got to laugh with his closest friend again. they bonded, and the conversation was carefree.

everything was as obi-wan planned.

this time, though, they watched the sun set.

#star wars #the clone wars #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #star wars feels

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4acesofspades · 2 years

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Okay, but in addition to teaching us that war is bloody and brutal and cruel, Star Wars also teaches us that it is possible to kill and be killed with compassion.

When Obi Wan kills Maul- for real this time- you can tell he's been practicing for it. He doesn't draw it out. Maul's death is the end of an era of anger, pain, suffering, and fear for the both of them.

And his head doesn't hit the ground. This is the man that killed his master, that essentially doomed the entire galaxy (but that's another post all together), that has hunted him for years. And yet Obi Wan is gentle enough to catch him as he falls. There is compassion and kindness in his death.

So too is there a selflessness behind his (attempt) to kill Anakin. Imagine killing a brother- and not with a lightsaber through the chest- but only the best you could do. You delivered him into the Force in complete agony. But Obi Wan did it anyway, despite the nightmares that would follow him for decades to come simply because it needed to be done.

I imagine Star Wars being written differently, and there's a group of writers sitting in a room, thinking about Anakin and Obi Wan, and someone pipes up and says, "they're killers, and both of them, well they both have something worth saving."

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #star wars feels

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galaxyothoughts · 2 years

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“'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all—”

CLEARLY, Alfred Lord Tennyson never had to endure the heart wrenching horror of you were my brother, Anakin. I loved you, and all the many feels and fallout of Anakin and Obi-Wan’s relationship.

Because I’m pretty sure them not being like brothers would have been far more endurable than the pain of betrayal and close bonds torn asunder 😭😭😭😭😭😭

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #star wars meta #star wars feels #star wars rots #sw rots

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lovealwayssay · 2 years

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Something that went completely over my head when I was a kid was that Luke’s entire family is murdered in A New Hope. I’ve been watching this movie since I was 2 so it didn’t really hit me until recently, but the people who Luke loves, the people who raised him, were killed. And he isn’t given any time to grieve. That must have been devastating for him, and its brushed off and never mentioned again.

#star wars #star wars feels #luke skywalker #a new hope #star wars a new hope

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mroddmod · 11 days

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everyone be quiet i'm manifesting

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njordr · 2 years

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OH MAMA I HAVE A NEWFOUND URGE TO DRAW THIS SAD HIMBO FOREVER NOW

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #obiwan #obi wan and anakin #obi wan kenobi show #obikin #skywalker #fanart #art #anakin #Kenobi spoilers #Kenobi show #Kenobi series #Star Wars #star wars fanart #star wars feels

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catfur-and-greenscales · 8 months

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I find it almost cruel that Crosshair is the one being controlled by his chip; he is the one who spends most of the time telling how they, and this way especially him, are different from the regular clones.

Only to learn that he, after all, is not that different.

#crosshair #tbb crosshair #star wars #star wars the clone wars #star wars feels #clone wars #star wars the bad batch #order 66 #mind control #inhibitor chips #poor crosshair #clones deserved better

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noodlecupcakeswritings · 1 year

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A Royal Affair - Chapter 2 (Kylo RenXOC)

Warnings: Violence, Character deaths, Hux is still an asshole, Kylo is also an asshole, Slight horror elements

Chapter 2

Cora Ardmore

It had been a full rotation since The First Order had invaded my home and it already felt like I was suffocating. Stormtroopers seemed to be everywhere, Officers were coming and going as they pleased and worst of all was their precious General and Commander. Although I hadn’t quite determined which of the two were worse at the moment. Kylo Ren, the Jedi killer, was silent, more of a looming, foreboding presence. He was intimidating to everyone and anyone that came into contact with him, including those supposedly on his side. The only person who didn’t seem bothered by Kylo Ren’s brooding was General Hux. My fiancée.

Showing him around the palace had been gruelling and infuriating. The way he eyed me up like some prize to be won was repulsive. And whilst I had encountered that look many times before from princes and politicians, there was something about the way Hux did it that made my skin crawl. Perhaps it was his determination and arrogance. I had attempted to protest the marriage not only with him but my parents, but it seemed there was no wiggle room. Whilst I was worried about my own fate, I was also worried about what this would mean regarding Corellia’s alliance with Kuat.

My former fiancée, Prince Jax Grespa, was someone whom I had gotten along with. Whilst the marriage would have also been purely political, it still had somewhat been my choice. I’d had plenty of time to get to know Jax previously and we were at least friendly and had trust for each other. I just had to hope he wouldn’t see it as a betrayal, that he would see the truth of this new arrangement. Well, more hostage situation. And it was made worse by being a hostage in my own home.

Hux was already acting like he owned the place and the staff. And my handmaidens and personal guard were already as sick of him as I was. My chief handmaiden, Flora, had already been very vocal about her distaste for the man. But she always had been very vocal regardless of the situation. Hux’s quarters were down the hall beside Kylo Ren’s. I would have preferred to put more distance between my bedroom and theirs, so it didn’t feel like they were breathing down my neck constantly. But Hux had made it clear that he didn’t trust me quite yet. Nor should he. I was determined to fight him every step of the way.

Retreating to my quarters, which were the only safe place in the palace, I took a few moments for myself. Other planets must have heard about the invasion by now, and they had to be arranging forces to help us. At least, I hoped they were. After only having ten minutes to myself, there was a hurried knock at the door. “My lady?” Came Varidun’s voice. He sounded tense, understandably so when The First Order was scrutinizing everyone within the palace. Yet I was worried about what news awaited me on the other side of the door. I ushered my personal guard inside, making sure nobody was around to eavesdrop.

“What is it?” I asked. I couldn’t help but notice the bulk of his armour under his greatcoat and that just gave me more questions. Varidun held out a bag for me to take. “I have come with orders from your mother. You are to change into these and then accompany me through the lower levels to a waiting speeder,” Varidun explained. I felt a small glimmer of hope at what he was implying. Taking the bag from him, I looked inside to find handmaiden robes and a hooded cloak. Without further question, I went behind a screen to change into the clothes provided. I trusted Varidun with my life and I had since I was a little girl.

“Are we going to Kuat?” I asked in a hushed whisper. “It’s one of the locations I have been authorized to take you. Your mother did not wish to know, should anything happen.” Nerves bubbled inside my stomach, neither of us would be safe until we were off the planet. Once dressed, I stepped out from behind the screen. “I suppose I can’t even say goodbye to my parents?” I asked solemnly, already knowing the answer. Varidun shook his head, my heart sinking at the realization not only would I not be able to say goodbye to my parents, but I also would likely never be able to return home.

Varidun opened the door to my room and once he deemed the coast was clear, he ushered me over. “Stay close to me and keep your head low,” he instructed. Nodding gently, I did as I was told and followed him out of my quarters. Keeping my eyes on the floor, I remained silent, although my heart pounded with every step. We passed a group of stormtroopers, but thankfully, they didn’t seem to notice us. Only once we turned a corner did I release the breath I had been holding. My stomach was a mixture of nerves and excitement and I had to reign in my hope just in case the worst happened. Once we were clear of the planet, then I could celebrate.

Varidun led me down a staircase that took us to the lower levels. We eventually stopped at a bookcase, Varidun looking around to check the coast was clear. Once he deemed it was safe, he lifted a book to reveal a small pin code panel. Punching in a string of numbers, the bookcase opened with a hiss to reveal an old service elevator. I had known the palace was filled with various secret tunnels and doors in case my family needed to escape for a number of reasons, but I had never come across them myself. Stepping inside, Varidun pressed a button for the level three sub-basement.

The lift eventually stops, the doors sliding open to reveal a service tunnel. The walls are coloured a faded silver durasteel, although a pipe had burst somewhere causing a small ankle-deep flood. Stepping out of the lift, my shoes and the bottom of my skirt were immediately soaked. Varidun opened a small box that was mounted on the wall and produced two small clip-on flashlights. Once his was attached, he handed me the other one. “Here, it won’t light up much, but they will stop us from tripping over,” Varidun spoke. “Thank you.”

The torch looked old; I wondered if it would even work, let alone have a beam big enough for use. Turning it on, the light was dim, but it was better than nothing. Varidun led me down the tunnel, the water splashing noisily with each step we took. “I had no idea all this was down here,” I mused. “It’s been here longer than the palace itself. From my understanding, Corellia, much like Coruscant, is built upon several sub-layers of infrastructure that keep the city running,” Varidun explained. He took another left turn before a right turn. Not once did he hesitate, seeming to know exactly which path to take, as if he had frequently been down here.

“Is it just you and my mother who know? Or has a decoy been put in my place for the time being?” I asked. It wasn’t uncommon for the royal family to have decoys should there be any attempts on our lives. I remembered being fascinated by my decoy as a child, and even now I wondered how they found women that looked so similar to me. “Yes, a decoy has been put in place,” Varidun finally answered. “I see.” I wondered how long it would take before Hux noticed a decoy had taken my place. We couldn’t have much more time before someone noticed I was gone, as was my personal guard.

“It’s not much further, once we reach the main pumping station, our path back to the surface begins,” Varidun broke the silence. We took a few more twists and turns before Varidun came to a dead stop before me quick enough that I almost bumped into him. I could hear the familiar hum of a saber before I saw the red crossguard illuminating the tunnels. Dread pooled in my stomach and tears pricked at my eyes at the sight of Kylo Ren. He must have been down here the entire time, lurking in the shadows and waiting to ambush us.

“Princess, your fiancée was getting worried about you,” Kylo said, the sarcasm unmistakable even through the voice modulator of his helmet. Varidun remained between us, drawing his vibro-sword, “the princess isn’t allowed to go for walks on her own land anymore?” I cowered behind Varidun, completely useless in this situation. All my previous hopes were gone, replaced with the dread that I was going to die. “Not to the speeder waiting for the two of you at the end of the tunnel, no. Now, either we can escort her back together or I can do it myself,” Kylo offered.

“I don’t think her royal highness wishes to return with you,” Varidun replied. Varidun readied himself, his free hand on his blaster. He didn’t move, however, he wouldn’t until Kylo did. I, on the other hand, prepared myself to run. Kylo sighed, the sound coming out as static before advancing on us. Varidun stepped forward, ready to meet him in the middle. He drew his blaster, firing a few rounds at Kylo as the gap between them continued to close.

I turned and ran, losing myself in the twists and turns of the tunnels. Only once I had run out of breath did I stop, straining my ears to listen for movement. Another blaster shot rang out before hitting the water with a splash, meaning Kylo had likely deflected it with his saber or the force. Every sound echoed off the walls, and Varidun suddenly cried out in pain. My heart sank at the sound, and I froze, unsure what to do next. The more time that passed with only silence, the more I thought that Varidun was dead.

Another pained cry echoed through the tunnels, confirming that he was still alive. For how much longer, however, I had no idea. It wasn’t until Varidun howled with pain again that I realized just what Kylo was doing. Kylo was a force user, he could have killed Varidun easily, but he had chosen not to. Now torturing him in the hopes of luring me out. Tears pricked at my eyes, and I covered my ears, trying to drown out Varidun’s screams. But no matter how hard I pressed down, I could still hear him, the sound engrained in my mind now.

“Princess, you can end his pain by surrendering. Come out and I’ll spare what’s left of him,” Kylo called. I couldn’t be sure if Kylo was telling the truth, but a part of me wanted to believe I could save Varidun even if I sacrificed my freedom. I knew Varidun wouldn’t be happy if I did so, but it felt wrong to let him die at Kylo’s hand. Whilst it was a part of Varidun’s job to give his life to protect my family and I that didn’t mean I didn’t care about his safety and well-being. But I knew Varidun, and I knew if I surrendered, he wouldn’t be happy at all. He’d want me to run.

“Or you can keep hiding and listen to me kill him. Then I’ll have no choice but to hunt you down and drag you back to the palace,” Kylo threatened. The last thing I wanted was the Jedi killer hunting me, I could only imagine the things he’d do to me before taking me back to the palace. I needed to move, try, and find another exit before Kylo could reach me. Glancing down at the light in my hand, I knew I had no choice but to turn it off so it wouldn’t give away my position.

With shaking hands, I killed the light, plunging myself into complete darkness. Taking a few deep breaths for courage, I took a small step forward, water splashing around my ankles. My heart leapt in my throat at the sound, now afraid that it had given away my position. Glancing around, I looked for any signs of the red blade and listened for its familiar hum or any footsteps. Nothing but silence. Placing my hand on the wall, I used it as a guide as I gently shuffled forward, desperately trying to not make a sound.

Taking the next turn, I prayed internally for some kind of light up ahead, but I was just greeted with more darkness. My heart was pounding hard against my chest, and I was afraid of every step I took, but I had to keep going. I couldn’t just sit around and wait for Kylo to find me. I took a few more turns and there was still no end in sight. My fear was starting to win out, I was lost. I was stuck in this maze of tunnels with a man who might kill me, and I was never going to find my way out.

Hearing a noise from behind me, I whipped around, trying to search the darkness for the source. There were a few seconds of silence before the angry red of Kylo’s saber cut through the darkness. It only illuminated his helmet, which was now advancing on me like some kind of bodiless apparition. I couldn’t help but let out a small yelp before turning and running blindly into the darkness. I barely made it a few steps before Kylo reached out with the force and froze me in place.

No matter how hard I willed my limbs to move, they remained still. Now the sob that had been building in my throat spilled free, crying like a frightened child. Kylo reached me, now standing before me and looking down at his captured prey. “P-please, don’t hurt me,” I pleaded. “I have no interest in hurting you, only returning you to your fiancée. However, I cannot say for certain that he will be so merciful.” Kylo wrapped his hand around my upper arm and practically dragged me back through the tunnels and to the palace.

Even as he pulled me into the throne room, I couldn’t stop my tears, crying for my lost freedom, the loss of my friend and now in fear of the consequences of my actions. Hux was waiting in the throne room, as were my parents. Stormtroopers stood behind my parents, making sure they didn’t make any sudden movements. My decoy lay at Hux’s feet, still and silent. There wasn’t even the soft rise and fall of her breaths. He’d killed her, choked her to death, judging by the red and purple marks across her neck.

Kylo released me, knowing I had nowhere to run. My mother looked panicked by my return, likely having already put the pieces together regarding Varidun’s demise. Hux turned his attention to me, smiling as if glad to see me safely returned. Although his smile was bordering on a smirk. “Ah, Cora, we were just wondering where you were. You had us all worried,” he said with false concern, “good thing Ren found you.” Hux pulled me closer, grasping my chin hard. His smile faded, replaced with a look of contempt.

“You really thought I’d be stupid enough to not foresee an escape attempt? You thought you could get away from me?” He hissed, “you are mine-“ “Not yet, she’s not,” my mother snapped, cutting Hux off, “you may think you have control over my planet and my people because you outgun us but until the wedding and coronation you are nothing, you are entitled to nothing, least of all my daughter.” Hux released his hold on me, slowly turning to face my mother. She had stepped forward, ignoring the threatening stormtrooper behind her.

“And I suppose it was you who was behind her escape attempt?” Hux asked. My mother scoffed, ready to lie, but Hux cut her off. “I saw the panic in your eyes when Ren brought her in here, you were the one who told her guard to take her through the tunnels,” he continued. “I didn’t even know the tunnels existed.” Hux smirked, seeing through her lie, “if not you then it must have been your husband.” He glanced over at the stormtroopers behind my father and nodded. The troopers forced my father down to his knees, their blasters trained on the back of his head.

“No! Please don’t,” I pleaded. Kylo placed his hand on my shoulder, pulling me back and keeping me still. No matter how much I struggled, he wouldn’t release me. Hux pulled out his own blaster and fired at my mother, hitting her with a fatal shot to the chest. I cried out in anguish as my mother fell to the floor, lifeless. My father watched on helplessly with tears in his eyes, he knew there was nothing he could do or say with Hux turning his wrath on either of us. “And that is what happens to traitors. Have I made my point clear, Cora?” Hux asked.

I was too distraught to speak, unable to take my eyes off my mother. As if enough hadn’t been taken from me today, now these monsters had to take my mother. Annoyed with my silence, Hux stepped closer, now forcing my gaze on him. “Have I made my point clear, Cora?” He repeated, determined to get a response from me. “You’re a monster,” I managed through my tears. “You have no idea.” Hux gave a soft nod to Ren, who released me, and I ran to my mother, cradling her.

My father was also released, coming to console me and mourn his wife. Gently, he pried my arms from my mother so he could properly embrace me, stroking my hair and hushing me in the way only a parent could to their child. This was all my fault, if I had been faster through the tunnels, if I had tried harder to escape, then Kylo never would have found me, and my mother would have been spared. Not only my mother, but perhaps Varidun too. Both of them were gone to protect me. How many more would I lose under the watch of The First Order?

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