Kylo II

"The Serf resisted you?!"

Kylo looked up at Lord Snoke, one of the few that were able to look him in the eyes, given his lineage, but still kneeling with deference having sworn to support Lord Snoke's claim over his own. The Supreme Leader of the First Order was wise and would make an excellent king. And Lord Ren would be at his right hand, as Vader to Palpatine, Snoke's heir apparent.

"She's intelligent, resourceful—uneducated but stronger than she knows." And there was something intriguing about her that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Was she really a serf or one of his mother's spies, specifically hand picked to slip beyond his defences?

"And the Page?" From Lord Snoke's tone Kylo could tell that he already knew. His own spies were everywhere. Kylo believed that Snoke knew what Kylo had had for breakfast before he'd even sat down to his meal.

"Ren believed he was no longer valuable to us." Kylo's face reacted with distaste as the ginger irritant, Lord Hux, joined the audience before Lord Snoke and smoothly fell to his knees. If Kylo was to be Snoke's right hand then Hux was his left. An ambitious left hand at that. "That the girl was all we needed. The Page has most likely been returned to the hands of the enemy. They may have the map already."

Kylo's hate for Hux increased further. Snoke kept them in constant competition with each other, to encourage both to reach higher at all times, and Kylo had little to say in retort.

"Then the enemy must be destroyed before they can reach Skywalker."

Hux's smug expression glowed. "The Queen's own army is at Takodana and separated from the remainder of her loyalist forces are in the capital." Kylo could practically smell the eager lord's bloodlust.

"Good, then we will crush them once and for all. Prepare the main army, Lord Hux. It is time to make a strategic move."

Hux bows and marches from Snoke's chamber.

Kylo's expressive face reacts. Now? He knew this was coming but is he ready? Hux is a butcher—he takes no prisoners. He knows many amongst the enemy who he had hoped in the face of inevitable defeat would accept them without bloodshed.

"Lord Snoke, I can get the map from the girl. I just need your guidance."

Snoke considered Kylo for a moment. "If what you say about this girl is true, bring her to me."

"Yes, my Lord." Bowing low, Kylo strode out of the room, ignoring the niggling whisper behind his ear that tried to convince him that the girl was his to deal with, and that he should be the one to find out where his uncle cowered.

The Supreme Leader would get the information from her. He knew first hand that failure to give Snoke what he wanted was swiftly followed by a harsh lesson in pain. The girl would be practical. She seemed like a survivor. She would sing all she knew before Snoke took things too far. He would break her defiant streak.

And then after...

Kylo slammed down his helm over his head as he tried to bury the thoughts of the girl which had swam around his mind since their interaction in the tent. Snoke would not give her to him. He had taken avow of chastity at Snoke's encouragement, until a suitable political match could be found to secure their rule once victorious. A Crown Prince was a valuable marriage commodity.

The girl was a Serf. A nobody. She was not meant to carry his bastards. No matter how her spirit intrigued him, nor how pretty her eyes and how alluring her lips. No matter how the panicked rise and fall of her chest had drawn his eyes to her small but perky breasts with the slightest hint of nipple through the thin fabric...

Kylo tried to swallow down the dry lump in his throat and left the main keep and crossed the snowy courtyard towards the entrance to the dungeons.

He follows the dank stairs downwards and within the dungeon itself he sees the worried look on the guard's face as he assists a bloodied and battered foot soldier, one of Kylo's own. The foot soldier he recognised as one he instructed earlier to secure the prisoners, although earlier he had been wearing armour and not sat in his undergarments.

With a roar Kylo draws his broadsword and the two men leave at speed.