The orchestra's conductor gave a quick wave of his wand and music filled the grand ballroom again. Guests returned to their conversations, no doubt excited to see the Last Jedi. Laughter and boisterous chatter filled the evening. Corellian wine flowed in crystal glasses like the waterfalls in Lake Country. Many in attendance were already tipsy by the time the guests of honor arrived.

Queen Reveleen took Rey by the hand, leading her away from Kylo Ren. There were so many interesting people waiting to meet the Jedi.

Kylo Ren pulled on the collar of his tuxedo, leering across the room. He hated how tightly it seemed to fit, barely containing his well-built form. The Darksider ditched the flimsy masquerade mask, crumpling it in his fist. Thanks to the Queen, it was pointless to wear one.

There was a time when Kylo would have felt uncomfortable showing his face in a room like this. Then along came a scavenger girl with the power to turn his world inside out. Everything changed the moment he laid eyes on Rey.

"Rey," Kylo said under his breath; he would do anything for that woman.

The Dark Warrior stalked the ballroom's perimeter, keeping his hungry gaze on the Jedi. Waiters and guests were better off moving out of Kylo Ren's way. He was acting more like a jealous ex-boyfriend, than a happily married man.

Rey moved across the main floor, being led through the growing procession by Queen Reveleen.

First Order delegates lined up on either side, pushing against the table rounds and creating an aisle. They were eager to meet the Knight who captured the heart of their Supreme Leader. Rey was the biggest celebrity in the entire galaxy. Even though she fought against them for so many years, this was a special treat.

Kylo groaned inwardly. He found an ornate railing near the top of a staircase to use as a perch. Rey was incandescent; flawless looking. He missed having her by his side. She smiled and laughed, a little too eager to meet the First Order dignitaries. He was certain that his wife was reading the thoughts of each weak minded delegate—and he was right.

The tall Queen stepped back, allowing Rey to scoot closer to the delegates. This gave Kylo Ren a better look at his wife, which merely served to tease him. She looked so beautiful. He should go over there and find an excuse to "rescue her."

Rey stopped in front of Viceroy Tealo Parja, from the Tarrthan system. Her expression changed once Queen Reveleen made the introductions.

Kylo Ren glowered, pushing his elbows off the railing and standing up straight.

"Kriff… no good can come from this," he mumbled. The Darksider found himself hoping that Parja was too inebriated to form a coherent sentence.

"So tell me, Mr. Parja," Rey asked sweetly, "how do you manage to keep Tarrtha completely surrounded by an energy shield? That technology has always been fascinating to me."

The portly viceroy blinked rapidly and smiled.

"It's a combination of two things, my dear. An energy shield like ours is more about the planet itself than anything. It's possible on smaller worlds with abnormally large molten cores—rich in metals. A constantly renewable energy source is needed to power shields of that magnitude. Second, the stronger magnetic field generated by the core helps to stabilize the shape of the shields; creating that resilient and impenetrable circumference," Parja boasted. "Of course, Tarrtha houses an excellent engineering corp that harnesses the process."

"Anything left in the box… pandora?" Kylo sighed, dropping his head. Although he couldn't hear the conversation, it was clear that Tarja was articulate and eager to speak. Just the kind of qualities you'd expect to find in a First Order Viceroy—who happens to be the Lead of Special Projects on Tarrtha.

"Hmm," Rey answered with a thoughtful nod. She knew that Kylo Ren was taking great interest in this conversation. "So, your planet is unique… much like Scarif. The First Order couldn't set up these defensive measures on just any planet—or they would."

"No ma'am," Parja replied quickly.

"How Interesting. I hope the First Order values your efforts. Keeping all those sensitive projects on Tarrtha, requires a lot of trust," Rey continued, pursing her lips together. "I imagine… a great deal of responsibility rests on your shoulders."

"Stop," Kylo Ren interrupted, inserting his thoughts into Rey's mind. He remained across the room, watching fervently from the upper landing.

Rey ignored the invasion of privacy, pretending not to hear. She was gracious and grinned radiantly—moving on to the next guest; this one had already been quite helpful.

"That was incredible," Queen Reveleen said in between introductions. "I've never seen anything like it before. I'm sure Tarja would have coughed up shield entry codes, if you asked for them."

"Maybe," the Jedi answered with a fake smile.

It was becoming clear to Rey that her majesty had a penchant for causing trouble. Reveleen was brimming with mischievous enthusiasm. She hurried Rey past the remaining guests, eyeing a few generals that Rey had to meet.

"Your husband can't take his eyes off of you," the Queen added, making sure that only Rey could hear her. "I'm jealous; that's some enchantment you've managed to cast. I would suspect that Ben's upset because you're gathering intel, but really I think he's cranky because you're not on his elbow."

Rey tried to keep a straight face, but it felt like her entire body was turning scarlet. Hopefully no one was noticing that a slight sheen of sweat was building along her hairline. She could actually feel the heat from Kylo's gaze. Growing up on the hot sands of Jakku should have prepared her for such scrutiny. It took a great deal of restraint to avoid making eye contact.

In fact, it was driving Kylo Ren crazy that she wouldn't look his way.

"What a dangerous game you're playing," he hissed, leaning against the railing once more.

"You're the one who said that the game wasn't over," Rey shot back, echoing her husband's threat from earlier. The Jedi pushed against the Bond, making sure that Kylo took her seriously.

"Consider it… some insurance. At the end of our honeymoon, you're coming home with me—Supreme Leader."

Kylo shook his head and growled, feeling Rey slam their Bond shut. The sensation sent a tingle down his spine and left him cold inside. He hated that hollow feeling. Frustrated, the Sith Master watched as his beautiful wife rubbed elbows with the remaining delegates.

At some point, Rey must have received coaching for handling these kinds of evenings. The Jedi was too comfortable in a fancy gown, acting cordial toward people she should despise. In fact, Rey was handling the evening with the grace and poise of a princess. And therein lay the truth; Luke Skywalker may have taught Rey the Force, but Kylo's mother taught her how to handle herself in these very situations.

The Last Jedi was even more powerful than Kylo Ren could have imagined. Rey was his equal in every way. The thought brought a smile to the Sith Master's lips.

Kylo Ren continued to watch Rey as she showcased her diplomatic skills. After fifteen minutes of torturing himself, the Darksider was interrupted by a pair of footsteps. At first, Kylo didn't move or even acknowledge the man standing standing behind him.

Finally, the general cleared his throat.

"Supreme Leader."

"General Hux," Kylo hissed, closing his eyes. Perfect.

Kylo could recognize the tightly wound sound of those footsteps, even without the Force telling him who was standing there. The abundant cloud of Axe Body Spray—which followed the general everywhere—was also a dead giveaway. Tonight, it was even more prevalent.

"Supreme Leader," Hux continued, joining the railing beside Kylo Ren. "This is an unexpected surprise."

The ginger man was sharply dressed, wearing his white officer's uniform. Hux had no idea that Kylo and Rey were on Naboo. He certainly wouldn't have expected them to show up at a First Order party. That didn't stop him from displaying a shit-eating grin, however.

"Is it?" Kylo asked, glaring at Queen Reveleen. This had her manicured paws written all over it. She must have sent Hux an invitation, making sure that he would show up.

Rey may have been avoiding eye contact with Kylo, but the Queen kept looking in his direction. It should come as no surprise that Reveleen was up to her usual antics. Even with a crown and a world of responsibilities, she was always looking to stir the pot.

"Ah, very good. Introducing your wife to our delegates is a creative way to ease her into life within the First Order. Perhaps she will recognize how close we are to bringing stability and peace to the galaxy," Hux continued.

"You weren't present when we walked in," Kylo sneered, avoiding Hux's statement altogether.

"You may want to fix your hair and remove the lipstick from your collar."

Hux turned paler than usual. "Yes, well… excuse me," he said stiffly. The general walked away from Kylo Ren at a quick pace, looking for the freshers.

Kylo turned his full attention back to Rey. He watched her for a long time without interruption. Finally, a brave waiter approached carrying a tray of tiny crustaceans.

"Supreme Leader, would you care to sample our featured hors d'oeuvres?" he asked. "The royal chef assures that these are an adventure with every single bite."

"Why the hell not," Kylo drawled, scooping one of the brilliantly vibrant appetizers into his large palm. The palace chefs on Naboo were renowned, so it should be delicious. The Sith Master wolfed it down and the waiter offered him another.

"Outstanding," Kylo said, not realizing how hungry he was. "Fresh too. The local fisherman must have been busy this morning."

Putting the second sample into his mouth, the Darksider turned his attention back to Rey.

"No, Sir. It's not the local fare, but this was freshly imported. Mon Calamari," the waiter replied.

Kylo Ren stopped chewing, as the word "Mon Calamari" started to sink in. That couldn't be... right. There was no way that he heard the server correctly. The waiter started to walk away but Kylo trapped him with the Force.

"What the hell did you just say?" the Sith Master asked, moving the half eaten appetizer against the inside of his cheek. Kylo trapped it there in a ball, turning the waiter to face him.

"Repeat that again."

"Mon Calamari," the waiter sobbed, starting to shake from head to toe. "There… there's a whole variety on the appetizer stations behind us, Sir!"

Kylo Ren's eyes widened and he released the frightened waiter. Dumbfounded, he took a few steps closer to the tables. Lining the back walls were elaborate, multi-level displays of hors d'oeuvres. Hundreds of bite-sized samples were fanned out across the fancy platters. The red, orange, and dark amber crustaceans were surely made entirely out of captured Mon Calamari.

"Grandfather, give me strength," Kylo sneered, whipping around to locate Rey.

His beautiful wife finally made eye contact with him. She offered a flirty grin, quirking her pressed lips closer to her nose. The stunning Jedi appeared to have had enough of the procession.

Rey began excusing herself, working past the line and into the crowded dance floor.

"Blasted Moof-Milking Bantha Fodder," Kylo swore, spitting the appetizer out and throwing it into the nearest trash can. He had to think fast.

Every single piece of gigantic lobster rebel scum needed to disappear before Rey caught wind.

"What is it?" Hux asked, raising an eyebrow. Returning to the party, he was surprised to see Kylo Ren conversing with Captains Mitaka and Bonnic. This would have been unusual to witness, even aboard the Finalizer.

Kylo appeared to be huddled with the men and barking out orders. It must have been serious because Mitaka wasn't being Force-choked by Kylo Ren. He was actually needed for a change.

"Supreme Leader, what seems to be the problem?" Hux repeated, joining the group.

"This," Kylo growled, waving his hand over the grand display of hors d'oeuvres. "Every single thing on these trays is made out of Mon Calamari!"

Hux looked confused, glancing at Mitaka and Bonnic for a moment. They didn't appear to understand what the issue was either.

"Is there a gas leak in this room?" Kylo sneered, glaring at the clueless officers before him. "We must get these trays out of here, before Rey discovers what they are made from."

Hux burst into a brief fit of laughter.

"For years you've talked about deep frying Admiral Ackbar and his people. That or cooking him in a large skillet with copious amounts of butter. You're complaining because someone finally listened?"

Kylo looked deranged, slowly turning his head to face General Hux.

"My wife… my Jedi wife is on her way over here. What do you think will happen when she stumbles across our little faux paw? For the past hour, we've been serving her friends and allies to our First Order delegates."

Hux and Mitaka exchanged worried glances.

"Rey Solo may be wearing a fancy dress tonight, but she didn't come into enemy territory unarmed. My wife will lay an epic beatdown on everyone in attendance over this—understand? You, me, all of us are in deep shit. Assuming anyone here escapes, the treaty will be in breech and the war will continue."

Not waiting for Kylo Ren to finish, Captain Mitaka sprinted for the kitchens. He disappeared behind a set of swinging doors.

"Ah… kriff," Hux cursed, swallowing hard. The general immediately grabbed the nearest waiter and pulled him over to the tables. Several cooks and waiters came running from the kitchens next, followed by Mitaka. They began pulling trays, taking two and three at a time.

Kylo Ren turned to face Rey, doing his best to screen the flurry of activity behind him. She was getting closer, just at the front of the short staircase. Queen Reveleen was not far behind and called out to get Rey's attention.

There was one more guest that she wanted the Jedi to meet.

"Hurry it up!" Kylo grunted, looking over his shoulder. The wait staff—led by Mitaka—rushed to swap out the remaining trays with food that wouldn't get them all skewered.

"What do you think is behind that large plate cover?" Hux asked, pointing to the far end of the tables. Sitting on a cart with wheels was a suspiciously oversized platter with a shiny cover on top.

How the hell could they have missed that hulking piece of chrome? Kylo's face fell.

"It looks big enough to conceal a head," the Sith Master sighed, pulling down on his face.

"Fart-sniffing Yoda."

Hux slowly lifted the chrome cover, bracing himself. He had a hunch that Kylo Ren was right. Captain Mitaka came running around the corner once more and was in such a hurry, that he bumped into the cart.

Ackbar's stuffed head came tumbling off the table.

"Noooo," Hux yelled, as the head fell to the floor in slow motion.

Rey finally made it to the upper landing and gave Kylo Ren a devilish grin. She was famished and had to admit that her husband looked awfully good in his tuxedo. The Jedi trapped Kylo's gaze and hadn't noticed the commotion in the background.

The Sith Master extended his hand and gave Rey an arrogant smirk. Rey accepted his hand and Kylo caught her by surprise—twirling his wife as if they were dancing.

Rey squealed in delight, spinning closer to Kylo Ren.

Gail Akbar's head bounced twice on the floor, before Kylo caught the fish head with the Force. Continuing to spin Rey, The Sith Master gave a quick flick of his wrist. The lobster head went flying across the ballroom in a high arc.

On the ball for once, Captain Mitaka grabbed the empty platter.

He shouted, "I've got it!" and ran after the falling head.

Rey giggled in delight, coming to a rest against her husband's chest. She was a little dizzy and slightly out of breath. "What was that for? Trying to take my breath away, love?"

Kylo's smile widened and he leaned in close to place a kiss along her pulse.

"You know what I want right now?" he asked.

"No," Rey said, trying not to gasp as her husband kissed again, just under the ear. She was definitely blushing now.

"I want to explore this palace… and find a nice quiet place for us to talk," he whispered into Rey's ear. "Then we'll see if I can take your breath away."

"Talk.. hmm?" Rey asked, finding her steady voice again. "That sounds great, but first… something smells so good over here."

Across the ballroom, Gail Ackbar's head came down onto a round of ten. With a loud thud, it sent guests running away and screaming. The centerpiece toppled over and the head ended up in a large bowl of soup.

"Kriff," shouted Jon Tee, nearly falling out of his chair. The last thing he expected was to be sharing his food with a decapitated admiral. Throwing his napkin on the ground he added, "Son of Han Solo, I don't believe this!"

The large fish head looked like it could start talking at any moment. Did they have to keep those creepy yellow eyes on it's head? At least cover them with something, damn.

Captain Mitaka came running up and apologized profusely. This was a scandal in the making. If Jon Tee decided to write about the experience, The First Order would be sunk.

"Every damn time with this couple... I did not order rebel scum," Jon huffed. He looked around for his waiter and ended up glaring in the direction of Kylo Ren and Rey.

"Again, I do apologize," Mitaka groveled.

"You my waiter now, Captain?" Jon asked. "They finally promoted you."

Mitaka went to remove the offending head—but the writer waved him off with a dismissive gesture.

"Don't bother, strange little man," Jon Tee continued, picking up his spoon. "Maybe I can just… eat the noodles around it. This fandom and I have been starving from boredom, you're not going to deprive me of dinner on top of that."

"Sorry," the captain offered, grabbing the head. He held it awkwardly with both hands, not sure what to do with Ackbar. "I can't leave this sitting out for everyone to see."

General Hux walked briskly to the table, hoping that his presence would calm the guests. "Get that out of here, Captain!"

"Where should we take it?" Mitaka asked, grimacing down at the face. "It's too big to flush down a toilet."

Jon Tee looked up and finished slurping his mouthful of noodles. The grating sound broke Hux's concentration.

"Mmm… return him to the ocean," he suggested. "From whence it came, you know."

Hux pinched the bridge of his nose and collected his thoughts. This evening was suppose to be relaxing, like a walk in the park or blowing up the Hosnian system. The ginger finally nodded in agreement, "I can't believe I'm saying this… return Ackbar's head to the ocean."

"Hang on," Jon said, holding out his cell phone and leaning in for a selfie. He made sure to get Hux, Mitaka, and Ackbar's head in frame.

"This is going on my blog with the tag: Sebastian had it coming. Now, everyone sing… Under the Sea."

Kylo Ren placed his hand on the small of Rey's back and led her to the hors d'oeuvre stations. To his relief, everything had been swapped out. Small bowls of crispy noodles and soup replaced the bits of Mon Calamari.

The royal kitchen and the First Order had been given a mulligan. With some luck, Rey would never know about the Ackbar head debacle.

"My stomach is growling. I keep hearing about these delectable crustaceans," Rey said, looking over the table with sparkling eyes.

"Well, this is even better," Kylo replied, pointing to the closest bowl of fried noodles. It looked like a jumbled mess of fried spaghetti. There were dipping sauces next to the bowls that made the dish look inviting, however.

"What is it?" Rey asked, snapping off a piece to sample.

"Well, it's either spaghetti or one of cheesytriangle's drawings. It's tough to say. If you framed it, you could say it was one of her scribblings. No one would ever know. Those don't look much like us anyway."

Rey laughed, taking a bite.

"It's surprisingly good," the Jedi picked up the bowl and tried the dipping sauces next.

Kylo exhaled, running his fingers through his hair. The chefs had pulled it off and for the moment, Rey had no clue what had happened to her tasty friends.

"You're being weird right now," Rey mumbled, taking another crunchy bite. "Why are you being weird?"

"Weirder than normal, you mean?"

Rey smirked and nodded, "Don't you like it when I put my foot down and tell you how it needs to be? I think you kinda do."

"Eh, it's not that," Kylo Ren answered, just as he caught Hux and Mitaka in his peripherals. They whisked Ackbar's gigantic head out of the ballroom.

Maybe someday he and Rey could laugh about this evening.

"I would feel more comfortable if I was out of this tux," Kylo admitted. "Every moment we spend at this stuffy soirée, is a moment that I don't have your legs wrapped around me."

Caught off guard by the comment, Rey coughed. She looked over her shoulder to see if anyone else had heard. The Darksider was comfortable expressing his feelings when it came to his Jedi wife.

"No one was eavesdropping," Kylo teased, leaning in closer. His index finger trailed down her neck, making Rey shiver. "I can whisper if you'd prefer. Like we're keeping a secret from the entire gathering. You smell amazing, by the way."

"Ah," Rey stammered. She felt like she was blushing from head to toe. "You're just trying to get me to leave the party early."

"Guilty," he hissed. "Is it working?"

"Maybe," Rey giggled. She took another bite.

"Alright," Kylo grinned, moving to the other side. Brushing Rey's hair out of the way, he pressed his lips against a hidden freckle—that only he knew about. "I'm dying to see you out of this dress. It's been on my mind since leaving the villa. I've dreamed of delicately extracting you, inch by inch. Taking my time and crushing every exposed bit with my teeth, tongue and lips."

"Kylo," Rey swallowed hard. "You've seen me naked… plenty of times."

"Can you blame me for wanting more? You're perfection, Rey. Touching you is a privilege," he husked. Kylo Ren wrapped his hand around her midsection and pulled his wife into his chest.

Rey's eyes widened in surprise, feeling the evidence of his arousal.

"Maker… yes," Rey cooed. It wasn't fair, having the Dark Knight breathing on her neck like this. Every word he spoke gave her butterflies.

"We could torture ourselves all night, but that seems like a waste," Kylo said, brushing his lips behind her left ear.

"Mmm," Rey hummed. "I've heard the palace is beautiful at night and usually deserted. You could give me that tour soon… and we'll see where the evening takes us? I'm sure you already know the secluded nooks and hiding spots."

Kylo reached forward and wrapped his large hand around Rey's. He took the small bowl from her and placed it on the table.

With a quirk of her brow, Rey turned to face her husband. Kylo had his trademark smouldering, dark prince look about him. Without saying a word, he picked up the last piece of crispy noodle and brought it to her lips.

"You always give me the last bite," she said appreciatively, letting her husband feed her.

"I always will. This way," Kylo husked, leading Rey by the small of her back.

The party continued and the guests settled down. If Ackbar's flying head was the worst thing to happen, then the evening would be considered a First Order success. With all the commotion, no one seemed to notice the Knights as they left the ballroom; no one except, Queen Reveleen.

Kylo and Rey slipped away, leaving the annoying buzz of the party behind. The palace looked incredible, lit mostly by candlelight. Vaulted archways led the couple down a mosaic of ancient paintings and sculptures.

Rey leaned into her husband's shoulder. She blissfully admired the murals adorning the ceilings above.

"Let me ask you something," Kylo said, nuzzling his chin and cheek against the top of her hair. He almost didn't want to spoil the moment, but curiosity got the better of him.

She responded with a moan, which echoed in the vaulted ceiling. Kylo's hands moved expertly across her waist; his fingers digging into her hips.

"Did you bring a lightsaber with you?" he asked, moving his hand over his wife's ass.

"Yes," Rey answered blissfully, feeling like a princess in a dream.

"No, shit?" Kylo Ren let out a short laugh.

"What?" Rey giggled, lifting her head from his shoulder. "What's so funny?"

"You're full of surprises," Kylo growled, moving them closer to the marble wall. He took charge, making Rey spread her palms flat against the wall.

"Kylo?" Rey asked. Her breathing quickly became ragged.

The Dark Knight discreetly lifted the back of Rey's dress, running his fingers along the inside of her knee. Rey gasped and removed one of her hands; covering her mouth.

"K-Kylo," she whimpered across the Force Bond.

His hand ran up the inside of her thigh, feeling the weapon that he suspected had been there all along.

"Yes?" he growled, stopping at the curvature of his wife's bottom.

"Please, someone could see," Rey whined.

Kylo Ren didn't care; his hands made that perfectly clear. His left hand cupped her breast, greedly exploring the silky fabric between his fingertips.

"I love you," he hissed, biting the nape of her neck. "You know that, right?"

"Em, yes," Rey choked, feeling fuzzy all of the sudden. Maker, he had this effect on her. "Someone will see us out here."

The Jedi reached back and pulled his head closer, digging her nails into his neck. Kylo smiled and continued to kiss.

"There's a little prayer room by the suit of armor," Kylo murmured against her skin. "Not many people know it even exists. It's easy to walk past without noticing."

Rey spun around and gasped for air. Putting her back against the marble wall, she glanced to her left. The suit of armor was located half way down the hallway.

"I see it. Meet me there," she pleaded, giving her husband a short but tender kiss on the lips. "Please. Just give me a minute in the fresher."

Kylo growled. He didn't want to let his wife go, but she insisted. Rey giggled, as he reluctantly backed away. The Jedi couldn't help herself; she captured his lower lip—pulling it between her teeth.

The Darksider groaned desperately before Rey finally released him. She loved it when Kylo Ren made that sound.

With that, she left for the freshers.

Tucked within the palace walls, the prayer room was a compact and rarely used space. Standing guard over the unassuming entrance, was a decorative suit of armor. A thousand years ago, the prayer room was constructed for the King of Naboo. He was believed to be Force Sensitive, though untrained by the Jedi Order.

Out of respect for the King, the room was kept much like it was during his reign.

Kylo Ren didn't care about the King, or the history within these walls.

The prayer room may be old, but it had a pleasant smell and comfy furniture. He was going to put the carpeted space to good use—by fucking Rey on each piece of furniture. The Jedi would be spending the rest of the evening with skinned knees.

"Yes," Kylo hissed, using the Force to light a candle.

The dark space became warmer and more inviting with the addition of each flame. In the center of the room was a knee-high, circular piece of furniture. Adorned with fancy pillows, Kylo Ren hadn't seen a piece like that before. More than likely it was used for meditation.

Around the prayer room stood a number of hand-carved, wooden dividers. Liking the idea of additional privacy, Kylo extended the dividers so they made a circle. It worked out so that Rey would have her own special entrance.

She'll love this, he thought. The candlelight flickered through the details, setting the perfect mood.

Removing his jacket, Kylo sat on the edge of the round sofa. A nervous energy was building in his stomach. Thinking about Rey often had this affect on him.

From the doorway outside, crossed a long shadow.

"In here, Rey," Kylo husked.

The candles by the door flickered, as an agile form entered the prayer room. Kylo's eyes widened. He eagerly followed the silhouette through the privacy screens, only ever catching a teasing glimpse.

Rey took her time and smelled some of the candles.

"I've been waiting all night," Kylo said deeply. "Come around the corner and let me see you."

There was a giggle, as a shapely form stepped through the light and came perfectly into view. In a single motion, Queen Reveleen dropped her red gown to the floor. With a sultry pose, she reached up and released her bundled hair—letting it fall to her shoulders.

"Hair down… isn't that the way you like it?" she hissed.

Stunned, Kylo Ren sat back on the furniture. He didn't know where to look and was too afraid to even breathe.

The Queen gave him a devilish grin. Stepping out of her gown, she proudly displayed her naked form. She was quite confident with her body and believed that Kylo Ren would approve.

"Surprised, big guy?" she asked. "Well, you shouldn't be."

A/N: Sorry its been so long, but I've returned to save you all from boring ass and depressing Reylo stories. Yay! Alright, I should be updating more frequently now. Don't worry too much about the Queen. :D Come say hi on tumblr - terapid