Welcome back, dear reader. One must be worried for our brave Rey and her wicked dragon host. Do not fear, for their story is ready for you to read again.

As he led her down the once-great hall, Rey studied her captor carefully. With armor black as night and as sinister as that of the great Sith Warrior armor, she knew that she should be frightened by the dragon. Yet with his fair face, the face of a knight, she couldn't help but innately trust him. She kept her guards up, remembering the legends about dragons.

"I think you'll enjoy your stay with me," Kylo Ren said amicably.

"Stay?" Rey snapped. "I'm not some treasure you snatch up at your very wish! I am a human being!"

"You're right," he acknowledged. "And that makes you even more valuable to me."

"As some servant or serf?" Her eyes were fierce. She'd barely escaped the servitude that chained her to Unkar Plunkett, the Lord that ran Jakku.

"Heavens, no!" His laugh was deep and rich, a princely laugh. "You mean much more to me than that. I guess you could say that you have more sentimental value, although you are lovely."

A small blush and shudder ran through Rey. She'd never been told that she meant anything to anyone in that sort of way. She was only recognized for how she could work twice as hard as the men and had a more efficient mind.

"Well thank you, Sir Ren-"

"Kylo," he interrupted. "I would prefer if you called me Kylo, milady."

"Kylo, then," Rey finished hastily, flustered by the sudden familiarity. "Thank you for your pretty words, but I still want my freedom. I am no possession."

"And I shall not treat you like one," Kylo said. "You are my guest."

"A guest is free to leave," Rey snarled, and she followed him reluctantly into the kitchens. It looked like a place that was once great, once filled with thousands of the finest chefs that would've been employed by the four great monarchs of every generation. Rey stared in awe, for she had never had quite enough to eat and couldn't imagine how anyone could eat so much to require such a large kitchen. Kylo walked past her and opened a cupboard.

"What are you doing?" she demanded.

"Preparing food for us," he answered as if it were obvious. "I wouldn't let you starve, milady."

"I can handle it myself," she replied coldly as she marched up and pulled out several loaves of bread.

"You do not trust a knight to cook for you?" he asked somewhat teasingly.

"Oh, I trust a knight," Rey assured him. "What I do not trust is a dragon."

"Milady, I am no dragon in the hours of the night," he told her, taking her hands into his. "I promise you that this is my true form and I shall not transform until the first ray of dawn tomorrow. I have told you-no harm shall come to you here."

Something in the young maiden softened towards the draconic knight. She removed her hands but wore a mild expression.

"Sir Kylo, I appreciate your kind words, but I need to leave," she said urgently. "You see, I am on a Quest to try and discover the secrets of my past."

"Your past?" Kylo blinked.

"I do not remember my family or where I originally came from, or who even left me on Jakku. Lord Plunkett would not tell me, so I intend to discover the truth for myself," Rey explained daringly.

"Quite the Quest for one so young," Kylo drawled.

Rey tilted her head to the side in confusion. "But you are so young! You could be no older than me!"

"I am older than you think, milady, but I appreciate your compliment," he told her. He then considered her for a moment, eyes as dark as his scales had been. "So you do not know your family?"

"No, but I know that they're out there somewhere," she said in a cheery, optimistic tone. "They might not have come back for me, but instead they're just waiting for me to return."

Kylo held back his cynical and more realistic views on her statements. "How do you know?"

Her answer surprised him. "I dreamed it. I've dreamed it for years. I think my family is in some land with plenty of lakes, like the summer paravel that the Four Kings and Queens used."

"Are you sure?" Kylo asked. His voice softened. "I don't think that they're still around if they haven't come for you."

"NO!" Rey shook her head as she took a step back. "That's not true! That can't be true! That's impossible! No no no no!"

With every word, she'd stepped even further back. "My family is out there, and you, Sir Kylo, just don't understand the truth about families! They never leave one another behind."

"Do they now?" His voice was dangerously icy. "You haven't heard of my family, then. My mother was always too busy for her oldest son, and my father was a disappointment. As for my sister and brother. . . They were all disappointments."

He stopped and his own face softened at Rey, who looked ready to cry. She shook her head. "You forsook them. You don't understand the power of the light within us all, especially in families."

"I'm sorry, milady," he said, and he knelt. "I beg your forgiveness, Lady Rey for my misplaced comments. I did not mean to upset you."

"I understand," Rey said, hesitating. Then she spoke the words that can set one free. "I forgive you."

"Thank you," he said, looking up at her with a longing and desire past the type of desire most dragons hold for their gold in their wicked hearts. It was the desire of a desperate man in need of a hero to save him. Or in this case, a heroine.

He rose to his feet and managed a smile, a strange but beautiful thing in Rey's opinion.

"Shall we eat something together, then?"

"I think we shall, Sir Kylo."

I believe that shall satisfy enough of your curiosity. Perhaps next time we shall check in with the noble Finn, what a kind soul he is. But do not fear, you shall still hear more of Lady Rey and Sir Kylo Ren and their adventure.