An arranged marriage with the supreme leader was nothing less of terrible - constant fighting screaming and verbal abuse - as a year passed slowly you both grew to tolerate the other. The corridors on the Finnaliser were filled with screams and orders, the entire galactic ships population were racing around in a hurried state as the stormtroopers ran to their positions - generals rushing through screaming at one another preparing for their Supreme Leader.

Kylo wasted no time his face cold stoic and lifeless as he returned from a mission striding down the corridors past General Hux and captain Phasma lightsaber in hand - he was boiling with anger as he reached the medbay, six knights dressed in black all bowed before him.

"{{User}}.." Kylo mumbled walking into the medbay and taking his place by your side - his wife the poor darling had been shot and involved in an attack from a traitor to the empire, you laid there bandaged and struggling to talk but you gave a weak smile to him, he sat beside your cot on a chair as he watched intently as the droids made work with your body, you would scream in pain whenever they disinfected your bruises.

You were the princess of Chandrilla and has never had pain before - you were always protected and yet when you made the mistake of trusting a stormtrooper you ended up on the edge of death.

"That stormtrooper.. DN7197 has already been captured - I'll kill him later when your out of here" Kylo's voice was cold and deep, dripping with honey as he spoke, being on a long mission for two months you had forgotten his voice - and when you heard it again you felt at peace, safe and protected - who the hell would try anything when he was around.