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FLASHBACK
The man is there again. It appears to be a man. It is tall, it has arms and legs. But it's completely covered in black, from the leather boots to the crown of the head, which is concealed beneath a striking helmet. The man. With the deep bassy voice ringing out and that never ending aura of rage. And another emotion . . . hatred. For this monster.
They stand in a courtyard of shimmering marble. The two moons vibrant as blood, just hovering in the silver sky. The dropping emerald branches and the soft trickle of the fountain spitting water into the sapphire pool. Olderon. Her home. Her paradise. Her sanctuary. So why does it feel so much like a prison?
"Princess Denere."
Her flesh prickles as if it has been scourged. That is why. Oh the hatred! She has always been so withdrawn, so hidden from such powerful emotion. Never has she felt such loathing! And yet never before has anyone tried to take so much from her. It as if she is in the mouth of a volcano, the boiling fire seeping up inside of her, murderous and sure.
She must turn. It is the way. To turn is to acknowledge. But that is all this beast shall get.
"Ren."
She hears his sharp intake of breath from behind the mask. The upcoming fear at his retaliation is instantly supressed by the sweet taste of satisfaction. To call her future husband by such a formal name, to not completely acknowledge his title . . . it is the height of disrespect. It is only the beginning of her defiance.
"Mind how you speak Princess," he breathes, stepping towards her. "Your life hinges on my every wish!"
The urge to run is so strong. The urge to cower, to weep, to tremble. But he must pay. He has so many under his thumb. He must know that she will not join them. He must know. So she bites her lip and matches his gaze.
"We are not married yet," she spits. "Not yet. And though you may have blackmailed my family, I can still refuse."
His voice dips even further as the masked man steps even closer. So close he can feel the flames of his frustration tinging her heart. "That . . . would be unwise my lady."
"I am being forced into a corner. I am not in possession of my normal faculties. Do not presume to lecture me on the course of wisdom."
"You dare . . ."
"DENNY!"
Tears form in her eyes as a tiny hand grabs her much larger finger. She smiles lovingly as she looks down at her small sister, the lovely Princess Arya. She is only five. Too young to have all her hopes and dreams stolen by the First Order. She does not see this figure of death before. Does not see the power in his grasp. Only sees her hero. Her sister Denere.
"Come on! Come on!" the little child continues to plead, giggling light-headedly. "Daddy has something GREAT to show you!"
The masked man is watching. She cannot tell the emotion. Only behold his watchful gaze and sense ever so slightly, his heart . . . soften? No it cannot be. He is a psychopath. He has slaughtered children younger and more innocent before. And soon, he will be her lord and husband. Now that is betrayal.
"Until we meet again, my Princess."
He hisses the words like some sort of malfunctioning droid. Almost as if he cannot wait to get away. And then he is gone. Gone.
END OF FLASHBACK
My eyes snap open. The air rushes out of my lungs as I realise I have been holding my breath. The tension will not settle. Kylo Ren. Kylo Ren. Kylo Ren. Ben. My husband. The deal is done. I became his wife. And now my family is safe, my little Arya is safe, my home world is safe. But I know somehow . . . that he is coming. He will find me. He always finds me.
