Stormtroopers stood in orderly lines with their back against the walls of the imperial flagship and their postures rigid as Vader descended the halls; heavy boot falls and mechanical breathing caused an ominous echo down the fairly empty passageway.

The destination was your quarters— or cell as you so aptly described it when you were brave enough to have a spat with him, though he knew you were right; you weren't allowed to leave under any circumstances and were placed under heavy guard, he preferred it that way.

One of the stormtroopers on guard unlocked the door as soon as they saw him coming upon them— good. Vader ducked into the room as soon as the door swooshed open for him and gestured with his hand to shut the mechanical door behind him.

When Vader's eyes landed on you from behind his mask all he saw was a rebel, a prisoner and unfortunately by the decree of the Emperor his spouse. He'd been told it was to make a show that even rebels would fall to the Empire eventually, though it felt like more of a punishment to Vader than any political maneuver.

He observed as you looked out the window seemingly unperturbed by his presence, his fists clenched at his side. "Your husband is in your presence, it would do you well to look at him rebel or your time here will be short." His voice was eerily flat as he made the thinly veiled threat, the sound of his respirator staining the silent quarters.