It was the day before the wedding and Constance was truly nervous for the first time since her talk with Prince Kylo. Since the doctor's visit he had left abruptly and she hadn't seen him since, apparently he was off planet taking care of a First Order ship that they had taken down on an abandoned planet two days away. They say he won't be back until the morning of their wedding, enough time to get ready before they have to seal the deal. Enough time for Constance to make herself panic. It wasn't like her to freak out over things, but she would be lying if she didn't admit she was FREAKING THE FUCK OUT. This time tomorrow she would not only be married to Prince Kylo Ren of Furia, but she would be rolling around in bed with Prince fucking Kylo Ren. At the time she wasn't remotely worried about the ceremony, but hopping in bed with the dark prince himself.
What if she completely messed up? What if she wasn't good? Oh god, did the Prince even think she was attractive? How would he react when she took her clothes off? Or would Kylo be the one removing her clothes? What if he wasn't…aroused by her? How do you even arouse a man?! Constance started breathing heavily from the desk she sat at in her room, reading some Furian history and politics textbooks she had found. She was not prepared for sex. An arranged marriage with a man who seemed to barely register emotion sure, but sex? No. What was she supposed to do with her hands while it was going on?! More and more questions flooded her mind, making her freak out more, when suddenly her visual com blinked to life, alerting her that someone was trying to contact her. Over the last week and a half she had gotten used to this with wedding planners, nurses, and the Queen checking in on her at all hours. So she calmed herself enough to blindly press the answer button, figuring it was a wedding planner calling to freak out because she still hadn't turned in any vows. What was she supposed to write vows for anyways? Oh Kylo Ren, how happy I am to be getting married to tall, dark, and moody.
"Well those certainly aren't the vows I would go with, but hey, it's your wedding too." Constance started at the deep sound of her fiancés voice coming from the viscom. She looked at the screen and saw his face, he appears to be sitting at some sort of desk in a plain room. Probably the standard bedrooms on the deployment ships. Wait, had he just talk about vows? Was she talking out loud when she answered? "No, you weren't talking out loud. This mind read connection doesn't really have a distance cap, especially when it is someone I need my mind zeroed in on just in case."
"Just in case what? I run for the hills and leave you at the alter?" Constance couldn't help her smart mouth.
"Just in case you get yourself freaked out about sex to a point you are hyperventilating." Kylo Ren said as he looked down at his desk, he appeared to be working while they were having this little conversation.
"Wait, you mean to tell me that for the past, what, 13 days you've been in my head and I don't even know it?!" That was complete invasion of privacy.
"You don't have privacy anymore, Constance. And I need you to calm yourself down, your freak out is unnerving me. I was supposed to have a nice quiet night the day before my wedding and here you are, ruining it." He was still looking at those damn papers.
"Perhaps you would be able to relax if you got out of my head! That's not my fault. You're the one keeping tabs on me like a creep." Constance was angry.
"I have to keep tabs on you. Those First Order assassins failed their attempt and by now it has gotten out that you're the one who stopped it. They will want to kill you for revenge. So I have to keep tabs on you to make sure no one suspicious is around you that you wouldn't notice yourself." He explained things so smoothly, like it was normal.
"Well I can handle it myself. Get out of my head." Constance huffed.
"Not going to happen until I am back on Furia and can ensure your safety. And please, stop thinking about sex so much. I do realize you are ecstatic about the idea of being with me, but please try to calm down, you will have me soon enough." He almost sounded sarcastic, but that was to close to an emotion.
"Please stop saying sex." Constance dropped her head to her hands and, despite her best efforts, the thoughts from before came rushing back. Every single worry playing through her mind. Would she look ok? What if she wasn't good enough? On and on the thoughts and worries came and it was even more embarrassing now since she knew Kylo had been running around in her mind this whole time. Dear lord, did he know that she thought he was attractive?
"Well I do now. " Kylo looked up from whatever papers he was reading and saw that Constance had all but zooned out of their conversation, thinking about their wedding day. "Constance, look at me." Her face slowly came up and she looked at him from between her fingers. "The more you worry about it the worse it's going to be. Don't think about it until it's time, and then trust me." Of course he sounded sure, the prince was so sure of himself in everything.
"Oh whatever, Prince Kylo. This must be easy for you. Just another business contract between you and a planet." Constance dug her head back into her hands.
"You could always back out still. I'm sure one of the other final girls would be more than happy to jump on a ship and come back. We would only have to postpone the wedding for a week or so." He spoke calmly.
"No, none of them have any clue about politics or wars, and I won't have any of them determining the future of my home, Naboo. They would run that place into the ground if you had to leave for to long and my family would-"
"Your family? There wasn't anything in your file about your family. I was under the impression that you were orphaned." Kylo almost sounded surprised. "You should have said something, we could have arranged for them to-"
"No!" Constance jumped in. "I haven't seen or spoke to them in years, and the only one I would care to see again may not even still be alive." Suddenly images of her mother flashed in her head and emotions welled up. She saw images of her parents' marriage from when she was a child and wondered if her own marriage would be anything like that? Would Kylo treat her anything like her father had treated her mother?
"If you are insinuating that I would put my hands on you, Constance, I must inform you that I would never think of it and the fact that you would entertain the idea insults me." Kylo was quick to defend himself and Constance's frustration welled inside of her, boiling over.
"Oh stay out of my fucking head!" She ended the call with Kylo and went to her bed, laying down and staring at the ceiling, thinking of her mother. What would she think of Constance becoming a queen? Would she be proud? Disappointed? Constance almost felt like she had stolen something from her mother in not staying with them, perhaps her mother would enjoy being a part of the wedding. She wasn't even sure if her parents were still alive; let alone how to reach them. The land she grew up on had been seized shortly after she left since her father couldn't take all of the money she earned to pay debts. Tears welled in her eyes at the thought of her mother coming to her wedding and how that could never happen now. Perhaps it was for the best. Perhaps with her new status she could get her mother away from her father and living a comfortable life. No, she couldn't do that, it was an abuse of power. A queen shouldn't use her power for personal gain.
Constance hadn't cried in a long time, always keeping her emotions in check, so it wasn't long before she was tired from crying and fell asleep, curling into a ball on the bed.
Kylo hadn't meant to upset her that much. He wasn't very good with knowing exactly what to say to people unless it had to do with battle plans or negotiations. His fiancé was very hardened, but it seemed there were a couple of subjects that she buried deep in herself and didn't like to bring up. He had called to attempt to calm her thoughts on their wedding night and assure her it would be fine, but once she had started worrying about their marriage being like her parents he had gotten a bit to defensive. But in his defense he would never think of harming the girl. A) because from what he had seen at the introduction she could take care of herself and B) she was over a foot shorter than him, it simply wouldn't be fair. And, you know, Kylo wouldn't want to ruin something so…so…beautiful?
It was true, he was attracted to her physically. As a matter of fact, she was the only one out of the final 10 that really caught his eye. Her maroon hair was something his fingers itched to touch. He hated to see it wrapped up in braids and the tight coils that the servants styled it in, he wanted to see it loose and flowing. And her blue eyes were something he would love to see looking up at him as they came together. The idea of sleeping with him seemed to make his bride panic though, which he didn't understand. Perhaps it was different for girls, but sex to Kylo was just sex. He had never done it as anything more than a physical act to relieve tension and never to dwell on. Kylo never took the same partner twice and never stayed the night, not like his partners were expecting him to. Constance seemed extremely nervous about whether she would be good enough, which was ridiculous because every time Kylo looked at her he felt a stirring in his body.
For a moment he thought about calling her back, but he sensed her distress and chose not to. After some time her felt her drift to sleep. As much as he would like to give her the privacy she wanted he couldn't risk leaving her without his protection until after the ceremony. There were a lot of people that would see this wedding not happen at all, and Kylo would not risk this treaty. Once he felt her go to sleep Kylo finished up some papers and slipped into bed himself, keeping his saber on his nightstand. Tomorrow, he would be married and the treaty would be solidified. That's all that mattered right now.
The next morning Constance was woken by servants coming in a flinging the curtains open, revealing sunlight. She squinted her eyes and only had a few second to adjust before she was being pulled out of bed and led towards the bathroom. This was a routine she had stopped fighting days ago. The servants undressed her to her underwear, from there she could bathe and wash herself, at least that's the negotiations they came to the first day a servant had tried to remain in the bathroom with her while she bathed.
Once she was in the hot shower Constance washed herself and checkout out where her stab wound had been. It was now just a curved pink line along her rib cage now, whatever those meds were they gave her sure were effective. Giving herself a rinse she stepped out and grabbed one of the plush towels in the extravagant bathroom. Wiping her face she caught site of herself in the full body mirror and stopped. Standing up straight she checked over her body, which was fairly toned do to labor throughout her life. Her pale skin was smooth other than the occasional scar here and there, small mostly other than the fresh one. Her hair fell to her waist and covered her breasts, her hips flared out and led to thick thighs that were muscular from walking everywhere. The grooming of her private area was affective; there was now only a small line of hair there now. She hoped that her appearance was pleasing to her soon to be husband, compared to what she had seen of what men thought were beautiful she wasn't really hitting the nail on the head. She was too thick, to short, and had no amount of grace. Maybe Kylo wouldn't mind in the long run, perhaps she could learn once she had the time.
The thought of Kylo Ren being in her head right now bothered her. She covered herself with the towel, not knowing if her could see what she was seeing in the mirror and felt shy. No one had ever seen her naked before. Drying herself quickly and dressing in the thin gown she was provided she stepped out to what looked like a warzone. Servants were everywhere setting up a hair and makeup station, and place where she would be putting her dress on, shoe boxes and jewelry boxes littered the bed, and the Queen herself was directing everyone o what to do. She turned and saw Constance standing there and smiled.
"Ah! Constance, come. Eat something before we begin, can't have you fainting on us." She laughed and Constance couldn't help but smile. This woman made the situation seem so much more relaxed. Taking some of the fruit offered she sat at the hair and makeup station, munching away on the berries and apples sitting on the tray. One thing she could get used to was the constant flow of her favorite fruits being passed around in the palace. She loved fruit to no end.
After her snack time was over she watched through the mirror as Queen Leia ran her fingers through Constance's hair, telling them how it should be fixed. The servants started in, fortunately her hair was wet and it could be warm dried into straightness if they worked quickly. If they waited any longer her curls would take over and it would be a lost cause. The dryers came out and they began their process of pulling and pinning. The only thing she could do was sit and let them. Once hair was done they started applying makeup. While they applied a light coating of eyeshadow, keeping it natural per the queen's request, Constance couldn't help but wonder if Kylo was on planet yet. He was supposed to be arriving around this time. She wondered if he would like the dress she had chosen. Lords knew the wedding planner had thrown a fit at her refusal to choose a white dress. But she refused to be a traditional bride, this was not a traditional wedding and she had a feeling Kylo would appreciate it.
Once make-up was finished her hair was primped again and then it was time to get into her dress. They pulled it out of its protective sleeve and Constance smiled, she was never girly but this dress was a guilty pleasure for her. It was a light lavender color that didn't have straps and hugged the upper part of her body, a few decorative roses littering the top, the bottom exploded extravagantly and had more roses. (to see the dress go to: search?q=futuristic+wedding+dress&rlz=1C1TSNO_enUS526US526&espv=2&biw=1455&bih=726&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwiJ0r_zoqHKAhUP3GMKHUjRChkQ_AUIBygC#tbm=isch&q=unique+wedding+dress&imgrc=v_jF6UvCPdYNBM%3A) The dress complemented the long, thick braid they had her hair in, a few strands coming loose around her face and little jeweled flowers decorating it. (Hair: search?q=futuristic+wedding+dress&rlz=1C1TSNO_enUS526US526&espv=2&biw=1455&bih=726&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwiJ0r_zoqHKAhUP3GMKHUjRChkQ_AUIBygC#tbm=isch&q=long+braided+hairstyles&imgrc=MhZHwMc9EY6iZM%3A)
They set a dainty tiara on her head and finished it with a long, delicate veil. She was allowed to step back and see herself in a mirror. She had to laugh a bit, if you had told her a little over two weeks ago that this is where she would be standing, getting ready to marry a prince, she would have laughed in your face. But now, she believed it. It was a little overwhelming but she had to stamp down any emotions that flooded her. She only had about 30 minute until she was expected to walk down the aisle and say her vows before participating in festivities and finally…well…you know.
The room was cleared quickly until it was only her and the Queen's beaming face in the room. "You look beautiful, Constance." She came to the younger woman and held her hands, looking at her as though she were the Queen's own daughter. "I know these conditions aren't ideal, and it has been a bit hasty, but I just know you will be good for Kylo and Furia. I know from reading your file that you don't really have much family, and I know we cant just walk in a replace family, but I hope you accept our invitation to be a part of ours, not just politically or because of the marriage, but a true part of the family." The Queen looked at her expectantly and Constance held back a couple of tears.
"Of course I would love to." The Queen embraced her before taking her arm and leading her from the room, ready to march towards the ceremony halls and into the rest of her life.
After a leisurely walk through the empty halls, everyone waiting for the ceremony to begin in the great hall no doubt, they came to a large set of doors with two servants standing guard. The Queen gave her hand a squeeze and the doors opened, revealing hundreds of people in the grand room, and a long walk to where Kylo stood, waiting. Wow, this was insane.
Judging by the miniscule smirk she could see playing his mouth he read her thought again. Know what, if he wanted to play this mind game she could do it right now to. To drown out the hundreds of eyes on her, Constance made eye contact with Kylo as she began her walk down the aisle, the Queen leading her by the arm.
Now was a good time to try and make Kylo do a dreaded smile in front of all these people. Are you sure you want to marry me, Kylo? I snore in my sleep. I hog the covers. I don't clean up after myself. She continued to look at him and all he did was narrow his eyes at her. Ok, she just had to vamp it up. Oh Kylo, however will I make it through a marriage with such a nosey stick in the mud? Will taking that huge stick up your ass be part of my wifely duties? His eyes narrowed more, but not in anger, somewhere in there she might have seen a glint of amusement. But his face remained stone. His face, which was impeccable, with his hair smoothed back but still brushing his collar and his all black suit making him look even bigger than he was. The man even had those damn gloves on. She just wanted to tear those things off and throw them across the room, he had nice hands and she wanted to see them. The Prince's brow quirked just a bit before Constance could catch the thought. Damnit.
She reached the end of the aisle and stood in front of Kylo, the man towered her. He wore all black and the suit was tailored to his body, not a dress suit but more like a formal military suit. But the thing that made Constance smile a bit to herself was the small lavender flower that was attached to his breast Queen announced that she would be the one to give Constance away today and the official minister told them to join hands. They ceremony was generic since there was no actual love in their relationship, but they couldn't really just say that, it would be inappropriate. So they went with the generic vows, their hands joined. As Constance looked at their joined hands she got a little nervous, the minister spoke and the words faded. His hands were warm and engulfed hers. She thought of what of the servant girls had said earlier about the size of a mans hands in relation to other things and Constance felt her heart jump. She hadn't even thought about…that. Sex, yes. But how sex would work between a man who towered her and her small stature? No.
Just as her heart began to beat faster and faster she felt Kylo squeeze her hand and she looked up, his dark, emotionless eyes were on her, but he continued to squeeze her hand. The pressure helped her come back to the ceremony and finish the vows. Once the vows were done the binding was to take place, their hands placed under a lazar that engraved an intricate marking on their left ring fingers, solidifying the contract and binding them together. They turned to face the crowd as husband and wife and a cheer erupted in the room, the king and queen standing up and clapping. Now it was just time for the festivities and the day would almost be over. Almost.
The king and Queen left the room first, the council members following, then all of the guests, leaving Constance and Kylo virtually alone in the ceremony room. This was tradition, everyone went to the dining and ball room and the bride and groom came a few minutes after, presenting themselves together. Without saying a word Kylo kept hold of her hand and led her to the end of the room until they were at the big doors Constance had first come in. He stopped suddenly and faced Constance, looking like he was struggling to find certain words.
"Well come on, Kylo, we can't stay in here forever." She had a feeling he would often need to be urged to use his words.
He finally seemed to find what he wanted to say as he let go of her hand. "I'm going to try something, and I need you not to panic." He seemed cautious, like Constance was an animal he was trying not to scare away.
"Alright, go for it." It couldn't be so bad.
Kylo's hand slowly made its way up to her face and tilted her face towards his and slowly leaning down. His eyes never left his face as he moved close, having to bend himself down a considerable amount to be at her level. Even with all the time she had to prepare she was still stunned when Kylo's soft lips found hers. It only took her a couple of seconds, however, to get with the program and kiss him back. Her hands went to his shoulders and she moved her lips the slightest bit, only opening when she felt his velvety hot tongue trace her bottom lip. As soon as she granted him permission he deepened the kiss and brought his other arm around her waist, drawing her closer to his body. He kissed her until she felt a little dizzy and hot in places she had never felt hot before. She ran her hands over his solid chest up to his neck, where she let her fingers grasp the hair at the nape of his neck. Kylo let his teeth run along her bottom lip before nibbling at it and diving back in. By the time they broke apart even Kylo was breathing a little heavily. He set her down and they pulled apart, straightening themselves out.
Kylo took her hand once again and lead the way to the party hall, where it sounded like people started without them. If tonight was anything like that kiss had been Constance had a feeling she was in a very good pair of oversized hands.