I've been thinking about writing a fic for my baby dyaddy Kylo Ren and here we are.

Just to let you know that English is not my mother tongue, beware of the faults. Didn't want to take anybody's time for editing either as I'm feeling insecure in this situations *hides face in her hands* so bare with me.

Needless to say that I do not own any of the characters (though I wish I owned Kylo if you can catch my drift ;))

Hope you enjoy it and oh please share your thoughts! :)

Chapter 1 - Arrival

"You pushed me into this. I've never wanted to be a wife, especially to a man like him." Realizing the crowd watching you two, you lowered your voice. Getting married was never of your plan, just didn't look up to it like any other average woman in your age would. You didn't pity them or anything. Being in love and beloved at the same time was like a dream to you. Again, a dream, too good to be true. So now you found yourself carrying the rest of your belongings to your new home, which you avoided to call so, to Starkiller.

"You don't realize the importancy of your marriage yet, but soon you will. Being married to a general that is leading the First Order. How many women you know that could get this chance?" You were going to defend by saying that you don't know a single thing about him and you didn't care to, but she interrupted as she handed you the necklace she's been wearing.

"Mom.." You hesitated extending a hand over to hers. "Why are you-"

"This pendant be better on your chest now, as you are the one who representing our bloodline across the galaxy." You've heard some mutterings from the audience behind the windows and balconies.

"Because of my husband?" You teased.

"I know you're not very fond of him. But none of those emotions make sense after a while, anyway. What remains is the respect in marriage. Respect is the key. Never forget this, my girl."

Too much. You thought. Too much respect that he doesn't even care to interact his four-months-wed wife. Not sure you would want him to, though. But none of this made sense to you when you didn't have somebody that remind you of your marriage around you. He came and went only a couple times since you tied the knot and you couldn't put him anywhere in your life. Very few times you two got to be together, a dinner, an afternoon walk and a few visits to the base. General was tend to stay silent in those times. You didn't know a thing about him. And yet he was the person that you'd spend the rest of your life with.

"I'll come visit you very soon. Cannot stand that much of steel on sight. Everything is about war." You adjusted the ends of your sleeves stuck under the bracelets.

"Cantonica is no better than Starkiller base, after all." Your mom smiled hesitantly tapping on your cheek like she would when you were a child. It brought up a mixture of memories that you didn't expect to just come and hit you in your heart.

"You know I do this for you." Tears blurring your vision, you added. "I wouldn't care a dime if the empire went all the way down. I didn't marry that fox to share his power. It is because it's-"

It's the only way you would feel proud of me, you wanted to say. But ignored the thought. It was not the time for these things, now. You made a choice. A choice that was already designated for you. You didn't put the blame on your mother because it was just the way it went for years around Cantonica. She didn't make the rules. Wish you were an average person, an average girl who could just hang out with your friends, arrange a party and socialize. All you wanted was to have some fun and enjoy your youth but that was taken from you at birth.

Your mother placed a kiss on your cheek and hugged you tightly like she never wanted to let you go. "I can cancel this just now, mom. All of this. If you'd just tell me." You swallowed a crack in your voice as you glanced your closest friends at the balcony.

She backened up and stared at your eyes longingly. A wind of hesitation passed across her eyes as her mouth parted to say something. You were desperate to hear her say just that one word. Stay. But she said something else.

"It's time." She smiled sincerely and eyed at the approaching ships. You could see how broken she was that she had no control of these things happening. You understood her, the expression on her face: the regret, helplessnes… And same helplessness you were feeling deep down that made you feel numb in your arms.

Three ships landed on the port. Men in white armors came out like ants coming out of their nests. Were these men really necessary? A black shadow divided them into two and drew closer. Man in a dark uniform in contrast to his pale skin came closer. His copper hair was slicked back in the same fashion each time you've seen him. A smile on his lips as his eyes skipped between you and your mother. It was Armitage Hux. Your beloved husband.

"Your highness." He bowed his head in front of your mother and reached for her hand. He kissed her hand and smiled. You watched your belongings being loaded on the ships as Hux approached. You stood there stiff as a statue as he extended his hand to you. "My beloved wife." You snorted at the words and it turned his sly smile into a grin. Wrong signals. "Long time since our last gathering." He placed a kiss on your hand.

"Indeed, very long." You forced a smile.

Hux greeted the audience. "Seems that you will be missed here." He drew his attention back to you. It twinged something in your heart.

It happened like all in a blink. A few words shared about the things like weather, the new establishments and economy. Hux escorted you to his ship as the gentleman he was. You turned around to see your mother once again as you heard the gates of the other two ships closed with hissing sound. Your hand still in Hux's, waved at her together. Last thing you saw was her wiping the tears away with the back of her hand. And behind her, the crowd you called family and friends.

As the last ray of sunshine disappearred between the closing door of the ship, your vision got darkened suddenly. It took a few blinking to regain your vision back. First thing you saw was two hands clenched. You pulled your hand out of Hux's captive hesitantly and he released your hand as he showed the corridor before him and led you around the ship. Four of stormtroopers followed behind you with synchronized steps as you skipped through the hallway that seemed like it had no end.

"It should take an hour or so to get to the destroyer from here." Hux peeked through the glass and went on walking. You approached the window and observed as how fast Cantonica got smaller and went out of the sight.

You bowed your head in approval of your fate as you closed your eyes. You had several talks with your mother, your sisters and your friends about this marriage. How it worked for the empire and the First Order, how beneficial it was to strengthen the connection between the producers of ammunition and the warlords. How important you were to just put a conclusion to the never ending conflicts between the high-ranked family of yours and the galaxy army.

Knowing these all, you still wanted to break free from it. You just wanted them to peel you off of this fate, to do something and bring this tradition to an end. Your eyes wandered around the endless landscape just before you realized something. Picking up the sides of your long pale blue dress, you walked over to Hux, who was sitting on the copilot seat and having a conversation with the pilot.

"Where are we going?" You asked, an undefined terror in your voice. Like it would make any difference to hear the answer. You were gone away from home to not return back anyway. Why bother with the planet names? But no, plan was different.

"To the Imperial Star? Why?" Hux knitted eyebrows at you rather in confusion than anger.

"Oh.. I thought we would go to the Starkiller."

"What made you think we would go there?"

"As per your conversation with my mom? You willingly offered to go to Starkiller. That's why I brought all those-"

"Come with me." Hux stood up from his chain at one move and paced through the other hallway. You followed him after. What else could you do?

"You can rest till we get there." he showed you a room. "And just a reminder, this is not a happily-ever-after type of tale, princess. I don't know what made you think that we can be as a normal married couple but brush that thing off of your head immediately. You know why you're here." Hux leaned in close and stared straight into your soul. Pale green eyes shined with something you couldn't name. Rage? Victory? Ambition? Some mixture of all, maybe.

"I know." You said sharply as you turned around to enter the room that seemed like nothing but a cell. Hux stalled at the door for a while examining you and closed the door on you as he went on his way. Did he just lock the door on me? You rushed to the door to check the doorknob and found out it was unlocked.

"Need anything?" A stormtrooper perked up his head inside and made you gasp.

"No, thank you." You closed the door and turned back to the mattress. Sat on the mattress as you played with your locks examining the room, you realized it was all one tone of dark grey. Walls, floor, even the rails of the mattress was all the same. It was the lighting that made them look different. As a painter yourself, found it cruel to not invest any other colors than just black, gray and white in things. You laid down on the mattress and took a deep breath. Hoped that Imperial Star had some fashion to itself. Golden linings accompanying dark purple on a sofa, that stood in front of a fireplace. A large chandelier just above the dining table made of.. oak tree maybe? The name Imperial sounded promising, after all. Maybe it is not that bad. You thought as you found your breath slowening down, your body ready to be rolling into slumber.

A strong wind. A never ending darkness that you could get no clue of where it led other than the red spot peaking in the distance. The faster you walked to it the further it drew away from you. There was no other source of light, or another color around you, pitch black, and you tried to walk into different directions rather than towards the red figure just to find out it was a tunnel that had only two ends. You turned around and walked back where you came from and it seemed like forever as you walked. Your hair being thrown at your face by the strong wind you kept walking. Feeling trapped, you turned around and the wind cleared out your locks from your eyes as you noticed the red figure before you, a red apple in fact, floating in the air.

As a reflex, you reached for it and it got away but only for a small distance so you marched after and tried to catch it. It started to drew away faster as you became more aggressive grasping the apple. Walking turned into running and wind got stronger than ever to your chance. Your heart drummed at your ears as you tried to catch your breath but the apple was nowhere to be seen as you've checked your surroundings. It was all pitch black again. No sign of way out, nothing. By the side of your eyes something catched your attention, a cloud of smoke under a light straight from above growing bigger and closer to you.

The light must've moved towards you as well as you didn't move a muscle and the fog started to dissolve and vapourized. Under it was the red apple you've been searching, seemed like has been washed as it had droplets on. But this time apple was not floating in the air. A hand wearing dark leather glove was offering the apple to you. After all this effort and this offer seemed suspicious so you hesitated to take it at first, reached for it anyway. As your hand touched the apple, it dissappeared and the gloved hand grasped you and yanked you back into the darkness.

It made you almost jump out of the bed you've been lying on. Gasped and looked around, you realized it was just a bad dream. "Are you okay, dear?" Hux asked holding your hand in his. You looked at him confused at his kind behaviour despite the bitter talk you had while trying to catch your breath. You nodded swallowing the horror. "It's fine, I'm here." He squeezed your hand gently. "Come. We've arrived."