It's been nearly a year since Kylo Ren, Master of the Knights of Ren Esq performed his song and dance routine on D'Qar in the midst of a bloody battle.
Twas a Valentine's Day to remember... indeed the event has since become legendary throughout the Galaxy.
Other achievements such as the crushing of the Resistance movement and ascending to the position of Supreme Leader of the First Order pale in comparison to his musical success. His latest album has been number one in the charts for three months straight. Not just in the core worlds but the outer rim systems too!
"Kylo Ren is Gorgeous" has been downloaded from the holonet over 1,000.000,000,000 times and his beautiful puppy-dog eyes stare out from posters plastered all over the bedroom walls of millions of adoring fangirls.
Yet... it's rather lonely at the top.
He may be the King of all he surveys, but he can never be truly happy without his Queen.
Today as on most days, Kylo lounges on his giant throne on the refurbished flagship Supremecy, resting his chin on the back of his leather-gloved hand; fantasising about his beloved Rey.
He hasn't seen her since that day on Crait where she'd given him the 'I'm disappointed in you' look and then slammed the door in his face.
She'd rejected his proposal of marriage the previous day, which had then caused him to go all Sith and launch a Helms-Deep siege attack with his new AT-AT walkers... She'd been so salty about him blasting all those resistance traitors in the trenches... even saltier than that red stuff that covered most of the planet.
In retrospect he probably should've made it more clear that he was proposing to her in the first place. Also, calling her 'nothing' wasn't very romantic and may possibly have been the wrong thing to say at such a tender moment.
Damn! they'd just finished that sexy fight with old Snoke's guards as well! They should have both been smooching like nobody's business after that... but yeah, he had to admit it was partially his fault that things had gone tits-up.
He glanced to his left and sighed as he stared at an empty throne which stood next to his own. It was created from precious black onyx, mined in the boiling caves of Mustafar. He'd had it hand-carved by Muun artisans to fit his girl's measurements perfectly. Kylo wanted it to be ready for the day Rey came to her senses and finally realised that her destiny lay with him... and that his destiny was to lay with her.
"Surely that day must be coming soon," he whispers to himself.
He starts to tap his boot impatiently on the polished dark floor of the large First Order command chamber.
It's almost Valentine's Day again... perhaps it's time to make another grand gesture... He knows he can woo her back to his side...but how?
TO BE CONTINUED