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Chapter Six
*The Inevitable Destiny*
They walked side by side through the halls of the Main Command Center. Kylo glanced over his shoulder down at her from time to time, but she refused to make eye contact. She was planning something. That was obvious.
Kylo exhaled, letting his mind settle on their footsteps as a garrison of Storm Troopers accompanied them to the Throne Room. Admiral Kux had insisted on the troopers. His insistence was partly out of loyalty to the Supreme Leader, and partly an intended insult. It insinuated that Kylo couldn't handle a single Force sensitive girl on his own. He was used to the admiral's needling. It had almost become common-place. After the years of fighting, it was expected.
He glanced down at Rey once more, taking in the sight of her hair and her sun-kissed skin. The years of fighting hadn't scarred her. She was still just as breathtaking as she'd always been. Except more so. The years had been kinder to her than him. Kylo knew he was as strong as he ever was. But he had not grown. She had. Rey had turned into a mature beauty, shedding the child-like fear and insecurities like a winter jacket. Rey stood tall, her slender frame holding her power with ease and confidence. She had grown even stronger in the Force, trained and lethal. When he didn't want to kill her, he liked looking at her. Kylo silently took in the sight of her slim fingers, strong arms, and graceful neck. So beautiful. He only wished that he could appreciate her beauty completely. He could imagine her spread out on his bed, her lithe form naked and wrapped around him in the dark.
Rey turned to meet his gaze, her green eyes cool. "Your thoughts betray you, Kylo Ren."
Kylo looked away. "They are my thoughts. If you find them disturbing, perhaps you shouldn't listen to them."
They kept walking in silence for a few minutes, nearing the throne room. Rey let out a harsh little sigh, her shoulders shaking from it. "Soon it won't matter anyway."
He listened to her words. They could be taken in multiple ways. Either she thought she was going to die, or she was going to kill him, or they were all going to die. Despite himself, he actually hoped for a better outcome. Once his Master had been able to show her the true nature of the Force, perhaps they could set aside this childish fighting. She wouldn't resent him so. Together they could finally bring true order to the galaxy. Together, with her at his side, they would be unstoppable.
Finally they halted outside the doors of the Throne Room. With a hiss, the door opened and they walked in. Kylo halted as they came into the room, averting his eyes, "Master, I have returned."
The aged Supreme Leader's voice was low, but it came to Kylo's ears like the ragged breathing of a dying animal, "So I see. And I also see that you have brought the One of Promise with you."
