Constance sighed as she walked by another banner being hung at the market, trying not to bump into any of the numerous people walking about while trying to dodge vendors attempting to sell her ridiculously overpriced things she didn't need. One banner of hundreds spread around the planet telling girls they need to submit a report to the ships from Furia, the planet her home was making an alliance with. Queen Leia and King Han had come and spoken to the council of her home planet, Naboo, a few months ago to secure negotiations within the contract. Apparently they were going to be doing things the old fashioned way though, since soon after they began searching for an appropriate wife for their prized warrior prince, Kylo Ren, now there were pictures of him alongside banners to promote girls sending in applications. Since Naboo was not a monarchy and there was technically no princess or queen to choose from they were picking girls from a certain age range that were not spoken for and sorting through them to find a final 10, and from there the King, Queen, and Prince would decide. Constance scoffed as she saw the picture they had chosen. How was a girl supposed to know anything about a man who more a mask even in promotional photographs? The only thing anyone on Naboo knew was that he was cold hearted and a fierce warrior, rumors about a piercing stare went around, but Constance couldn't know if that was true since no one here had ever seen his face.

Naboo and Furia were very similar. Both planets were plush and vibrant with many people bustling around each day. But the differences were massive. While Nabooian people preferred to remain more organic, living off the land with mostly vegetarian diets and living modest lives, people from Furia tended to live a more to train and fight, conditioning them to serve the planet. People on Naboo lived for color and vibrancy but judging by how those stationed here from Naboo dressed in dark tones and clean cut outfits, looking more futuristic than functional, Constance could only guess that was the standard style on Furia. Those from Furia even seemed to frown upon smiling and having fun since they never attended festivals or gatherings on Naboo.

Constance wondered if they even had festivals on Naboo? Or was it all training and school and shoving sticks up each other's asses in their free time? The only friendly one seemed to be Queen Liea, she was always smiling sweetly in the papers and the holographs that they used as promos around the squares and market places. She didn't worry about the choosing, while she had submitted her application a week ago, she dint expect any sort of reply. She was not the type of girl a man chose as a bride. She could be a bit head strong and free thinking, which wasn't frowned upon here, but did not seem to be the style on Furia.

The women from Furia seemed just as serious and warriorish as the men. Constance enjoyed fine arts and learning, even dabbling in martial arts when she was younger, she enjoyed being free from constraints and not having to listen to rules. She was definitely not the type of girl a man chose for a wife. She wasn't even sure she met the beauty standards of Furia. The women there wore their hair straight and in tight styles with occasionally dramatic makeup and dark clothes. Constance's style was colorful and attention grabbing, her dresses always swept around her feet, colorful and flowing, her pail skin sticking out against her dark maroon hair that made her ocean blue eyes glint. Yes, she would stick out like a sore thumb in Furia and Prince Kylo would definitely not look twice at her, if he could even see her. From what she could tell in the photos he had at least a foot of height on her.

Walking around the market, filling her basket and wondering what would become of her planet once the treaty was finished and merged the two planets into one, Constance wondered what getting chosen would mean for the poor girl they picked. Getting plucked from everyday life and dropped on a totally new planet and a totally new status with a husband known for being cold hearted. Some girls on Naboo were giddy with the idea of becoming a princess, but they didn't think about the responsibility of it all. That one day they would become Queen and have an entire two planets to take care of. Not to mention not being able to see their families and friends every day anymore. While that part didn't really apply to Constance, she felt sorry for anyone who had to be uprooted like that. Constance's family had not been ideal, while her mother had been nurturing and lovely, timid in every way and passing on her beauty to Constance, but her father drank a lot. And he was a very angry drunk. He used her and her mother as punching bags for years. It lasted until Constance couldn't stand the beatings anymore and left when she was 16, her mother opting to stay. While it killed her to leave her mother behind and move herself miles away, there was also a weight lifted. For the first time ever she was free, and she had been free for the past five years. Now, a woman herself, Constance liked the life of solitude she lived in the capitol city.

By the time she was done musing about her life she was done at the market and began to carry her basket of goods out and towards the road that she only had to walk down for 20 minutes before she reached her little stone apartment in a large building full of other apartments. She kept to herself, having a few friends from town to attend festivities with and that's all. Once at home she walked the short walk to the kitchen area and began putting things away in their cupboards. She only had a few minutes to herself before there was a banging on her door, nonstop.

"I'm coming! Quiet down!" She shouted, walking across the room and checking the peep hole, seeing some official looking people.

Cracking the door the peered out, "Can I help you?"

An official looking Furian woman came forward and gave a stiff smile. "Constance Payne?"

Giving a questioning look Constance answered. "Yes?"

The woman gave a curt nod. "I'm Captain Phasma of the Furian official guard, may I come in and have a talk with you?"

Nodding and opening the door wider, Constance let the woman in, noting that the 4 men with her stayed outside the door, guarding it. OK? What the hell was this.

"Can I get you anything to drink Captain? Maybe eat?" Constance had no idea how to entertain a guest, only hanging out with people outside of her home and only keeping on small couch big enough for when she fell asleep reading.

The Captain smiled and declined the offer, opting to stand in the cramped apartment.

"well, what can I help you with then?" Constance smoothed her unruly hair with a hand and looked expectantly at the woman.

"Ms. Payne, the final applications in the choosing have been decided." The Captain spoke as though she expected Constance to know what she was talking about.

"Yeah? And, are you guys letting girls down in person now?" Constance gave a little laugh. "Its ok, no hard feelings if Prince hard ass didn't choose me."

The Captain seemed to giggle a little before composing herself. "No, Ms. Payne. You are in the final 10 women selected to go to Furia and meet the Prince himself."

Well fucking shit.

A/N- Ok, we all know Kylo Ren, so this chapter was a little more to get to know the OFC. She might seem a little confusing at first but, to put it simply while she can be the nicest and easy on the eyes, she also doesn't take any shit and doesn't like being told what she can and can't do. Which our dear Prince Kylo is going to get a big taste of in the next chapter. Thank you for reading and please review, because if I don't know how you feel about the story then how and I supposed to know whether I should keep updating for you or not!? And feel free to private message me if you have questions and if I have time I might even do a request here and there.

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ECS