"Absolutely not!" You exclaim angrily.

You storm after Kylo in a pointless attempt to stop him as he stuffs both his and your clothes in bags. He blatantly ignores you, brushing you off lazily every time you grab onto his robes or his arm. In one last attempt, you park yourself in front of the closet, gripping tightly onto the door frame. Kylo stares at you in exasperation, crossing his arms over his chest. You stare back stubbornly, as if telling him you weren't going anywhere. With a heavy sigh, he reaches out and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you away with ease. He turns, sets you down, and continues digging through the closet.

"I won't let you." You huff, scooping up one of the bags and holding it out behind you.

Kylo reaches for it--his arms were much longer than yours--causing you to back up and twist out of his grasp. He sighs. "You don't have a choice. We're going and you're coming with me."

"But in your condition-" you protest "-it's not a good idea. You just left the medical ward without even getting officially dispatched."

"I don't take orders from anyone. Not even doctors. Hand it over." He reaches for it once more and you squirm free, clutching the bag as tightly as possible.

About an hour ago, Kylo Ren was still laying in the hospital wing with a stunningly low body temperature. You two had just recently gotten back from Vandor and the doctors had left him alone to fetch some more heating pads. The moment they had left, General Hux and a team of officers stormed into the room to speak with him. Whatever they had discussed must have been motivational enough for Kylo to leave with them. He had burst into your quarters unannounced to begin packing. All that he had said was 'we're going to Sarka.'

"No! This is a horrible idea. What if you get sick? What if there's something wrong with you? The doctors wouldn't allow it and-"

Kylo stops trying to reach the bag to pause and snigger in amusement. "They have doctors on Sarka too. Is the commander of the First Order concerned?" He teases.

You brace your hand on his chest to stop him. "Why wouldn't I be?"

He rolls his eyes and scoops you up, slinging you over his shoulder as though you weighed nothing. Kylo tosses you onto the bed and wrestles the bag from your hands, returning once more to that damned closet. You scramble to your feet in annoyance.

"Would you at least tell me why we're going there?" You jut out a hip and plant your hands on your hips.

Kylo brushes past you and opens the heavy door, tossing the bags into the hallway for the Stormtroopers to take care of. He turns around to face you with another sigh. "We have business with the queen. Sarka has been a rather prominent and valuable ally to the First Order. Snoke had a good amount of deals with her but once he was... executed, the queen never got her end of the bargain. Now she's threatening to pull out of the alliance."

"Don't you usually just threaten to destroy their planets? That seems to work." You smile sarcastically.

He nudges your chin with his pointer finger. "You'll soon find that violence doesn't solve every problem we have."

"Neither does disregarding health." You retort calmly. "I'm not going."

"Is that supposed to be a threat?" Kylo cock a brow. You cross your arms in response and he shakes his head, chuckling. "I'll see you there."

Before you can react, Kylo extends his hand towards you. You feel the Force swarming your mind before everything goes to black and your limp body is swept up into his strong arms. When you finally come to, you are strapped to your chair aboard the command shuttle. Your head snaps up and you glare furiously at Kylo.

"Finding this amusing?" You seethe as he begins to chuckle again.

He smirks. "Extremely."

"We won't stay for long. Promise me." You cross your arms.

Kylo sighs. "I promise."

Kylo takes his seat as the ship rumbles to life. The ramp slides in as the door seals itself and the shuttle lifts off from the ground. It pitches as it shoots off into the star-studded depths of space. After only a few minutes of flying, it blasts into the swirling blue masses of Hyperspace for yet another long flight.

After about five hours of flying through Hyperspace--which was considered short compared to some of the other flights you had taken--the shuttle finally exits and the stunning planet of Sarka comes into view. Even just the sight of it from outer space was enough to take your breath away. You had never seen a greener planet in your entire life. The surface was covered with abundant shades of emerald and faint specks of blue. Thin white clouds hang in the planet's upper-atmosphere, reducing to faint puffs as the shuttle pushes through them. There was hardly any wind resistance upon entry and once those clouds cleared, you were given a view unlike the rest.

Every inch was covered in rich, thick forests and jungles. Ethereal and oddly shaped mountains jutted out from the treetops. The grey stone was speckled with green and the dark outlines of caverns and cave systems. The sky was a crystal clear blue. Hardly any ships flew, allowing the existence of a variety of birds and butterflies. Thin blue streams and gushing rivers flowed in between the trees, giving way into lakes and dazzling waterfalls that climbed higher and higher, sending sprays down to form transparent rainbows. Glittering cities and towns were widely spread apart and each was cleaner than the one before it. Sarka's pride and joy seemed to lie with its wildlife and you could see why. You couldn't seem to close your mouth or stop gawking at it.

"I had the same reaction when I first saw it." Kylo admits, glancing up at you.

"You've been here before?" Your eyebrows raise in surprise.

He nods stiffly. "A couple of times..."

The command shuttle pulls around in a tight circle and slowly comes down, landing on a round landing zone. As the door opens, a gentle breeze blows into the cabin. You eagerly rise from your seat, Kylo close at your heels, and rush down the ramp to gaze around. Everything about this place seemed to be perfect. The temperature was warm, but not too warm to be uncomfortable and the breeze brought in crisp streams of air. Your black cloak flutters in the wind, moving in perfect harmony with the rest of the planet.

Stormtrooper armor clanks together as they follow behind you and Kylo. You couldn't stop staring at the wondrous sights that had been placed before you. The landing zones around the palace were branched out and came together in one big path lined with neatly trimmed hedges. They were in the center of stunning gardens that appeared to surround the entire palace. The palace itself was isolated in the center of the forest, but it was impossible to miss. It towers above you with glimmering bronze and golden curved walls. Swirling pillars and spires reached high in the clear, sapphire sky. The walls were made from bricks of cream colors, gold metals, and shining windows. Climbing ivy devoured some parts of the castle, but it was well-managed and perfectly trimmed. The tallest tower held a massive crystal that reflected the shine of the sun. Waterfalls pour down from the castle's sides, creating a rushing river covered by an enchanting bridge.

The corners of Kylo's lips twitch when he sees your marveled expression. He moves closer to you and lowers his voice so that his troopers couldn't overhear. "I should warn you about this queen. Everything in this place is extravagant and she's the same. She's a little... friendly." When you give him a puzzled look he waves it aside. "Forget it. You'll see when you meet her."

You glance up and see gold-armored guards at the palace's mouth ready to greet the incoming party. Your hand subconsciously settles on your saber. "What's her name? The queen?"

"Queen Syala Haren of Sarka." Kylo replies dryly, silencing himself as a guard steps forward.

"Welcome Supreme Leader," he bows his head, "and you as well, Commander. Follow me." The guard turns on his heel, his armor clanking together as he guides you into the palace.

You force yourself to keep your mouth closed when the interior of the palace comes into view. The floors were made of slick white and gold marble tiles. Swirling pillars supported the grand arched ceilings. Arches on either side of the hallway lead off to different hallways and swirling staircases. You itched to explore.

There, at the end of the grand hall, sat a marvelous golden throne. And atop that very throne sat the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. Your gaze shifts immediately over to Kylo, who keeps his eyes glued on the queen, a smirk tugging at his lips. Her beauty could only be described as ethereal; just like the rest of her planet. Queen Syala Haren had raven hair that tumbled to her waist in gentle curls. Her pale face was framed by her hair and her high cheekbones. Thick dark eyelashes complimented her green-blue eyes. Her dainty nose was small and lightly curved. She had a single beauty mark above the corner of her full lips. Atop her head sat an impressive crown of gold and clear jewels. As she rises to her feet, her dark blue gown spills from the throne, fanning around her in a long train. The dress had a diamond cutout in the neckline, showing off the prominent curve of her breasts. You instantly feel a spark of jealousy as your insecurities flare. She looked to be only a year or so older than Kylo himself.

"Kylo Ren," a smile spreads across her beautiful face. "It's been a long time."

Kylo bows his head. It was strange to see him so... peaceful. She glides towards him on her tall heels, opening her arms to greet him. Syala tightly grips his shoulders and leans in, planting a kiss on both of his cheeks. She takes a step back and beams at him. "Still as handsome as ever."

"It's good to see you. You're still as stunning as the last time I saw you." He nods. He seemed like an entirely different person.

You look at him expectantly, waiting for a proper introduction. Unfortunately he seemed too preoccupied exchanging gazes with the queen. Your blood begins to boil when you notice Kylo's eyes tracing her figure, lingering on the curve of her breasts for too long. You clear your throat. "Commander of the First Order and Right Hand to the Supreme Leader."

Syala's eyes flicker up and down your body, lingering on the lightsaber at your hip. She plants a painfully fake smile on her face. "Charmed."

You grit your teeth as you bow your head. "A pleasure to meet you, Your Highness. If I might say so, you're beautiful."

She smirks. "As are you." Syala arches a brow at Kylo, glancing briefly back at you. "I was unaware that you were going to arrive with... company."

Kylo chuckles to push her comment aside. "Excuse my apprentice. We're purely here for business purposes."

Fucking liar, you think. When Syala momentarily turns her back, Kylo sharply pinches your arm to scold you. The queen turns around once more and beams at Kylo. "What brings you here, old friend?"

"I'm sure you already know the answer to that, Syala." He lifts his eyebrows.

Syala sighs. "Unfortunately yes. Tell you what, we can settle this over dinner this evening? You and your... Right Hand." She looks you up and down again. "My handmaidens can get you changed for this evening. Surely you don't expect to come to dinner wearing that."

You fight back the urge to strangle her, planting a smile on your face instead. "Of course not, Your Highness."

As if on cue, two handmaidens rush forward to accompany you elsewhere. You look to Kylo, but he wasn't looking at you. His glittering eyes were glued on Syala as she laughs. "We have a lot of catching up to do, old friend."

He nods. "We do."

"Let's take a walk. Much has changed since your last visit." She gestures toward the glass double doors beside her throne.

Kylo offers her his arm and she takes it, walking much too close by his side for your comfort. As the doors open for the two of them, you watch angrily as Kylo places his hand on her lower back, guiding her outside. Before you could get another eyeful, the handmaidens drag you away to your new room. They lead you up a spiral of marble steps, past curved hallways, down richly decorated halls, before finally coming to a halt in front of a pair of gold doors. The handmaidens bow their heads to you and quickly duck out of the room, shutting the door to give you your privacy.

You turn and your breath catches in your throat. It seemed that you becoming breathless at the sights was going to be a common occurrence. The white walls were trimmed with gold--which seemed to be the palace's color theme--and the white marble floor was decorated with a handsome rug. The white furniture was expensive and cleaned to perfection. Every decoration and item served a purpose and was placed expertly. A golden crystal chandelier filled the room with bright light. There were no windows in the room, but there were double doors covered with sheer white curtains that led out to a balcony.

Curious about what was behind one of the two doors in the room, you gently tug it open. Your jaw falls slack at the sight of the closet. It was filled to the brim with the most beautiful dresses you had seen in your life. Your own closet consisted of blacks and greys but this one held every single color imaginable. Each one was more grand than the last. You felt like you were living in a fairytale. Your hand skims over the light fabrics, flowers, and beads; overwhelmed by all of the choices before you. Then you pause. This one. You knew it was petty but you wanted a dress so beautiful that it slammed Syala into next week. You were sure that the closet held better options, but this seemed like a good start. Now all you had to do was wait.

As the hours drag by, night falls and you begin to realize that nobody was coming for you. Not even Kylo had popped in. Your mind instantly goes to the worst possible thing. He and Syala seemed... close. What if they had gotten too close? You try to push the thought away but now it was glued to your mind. With a shudder, you set your lightsaber down and remove your dark robes. You had already done some light makeup with cream colors and nude shades to match the dress and now your hair was neatly curled and swept up in a low knot. You quickly slip your feet into a pair of high heels and cautiously step into the dress pooled on the ground. Somehow you manage to zip yourself up once you have it on correctly.

The light layers of the dress swirl around your legs, brushing aside to reveal a high slit as you walk down the hallway. The long train drags on the steps behind you, giving you a childish feeling of giddiness. You ask one of the guards which way the dining room is and he points you down yet another hall, towards a tall pair of white doors. Your heart begins to beat faster with every step you take. As you reach the door, you slowly reach for the handle, hesitating when you do so. You take a deep breath and push the door open, giving way into a massive dining room.

A long table sat in the very center of the room. It was covered with a white tablecloth and dozens of golden dishes holding every kind of food imaginable. Polished candelabras hardly brought any light to the bright room, but they were beautiful. The mere sight of it made your mouth water. Three places were set very neatly for you, Kylo, and the queen. Dishes of china had been placed on embroidered cloth place-mats. There were only three chairs, but you knew the table had been stripped just before that so it could accommodate the three of you.

Upon hearing you enter, both Kylo and Syala look up. Your eyes first land on the queen to see what she was wearing. To your dismay, her gown was even more lavish and absolutely stunning. It was a deep red color covered with ruffled layers and a train that spilled several feet away from the table. Once again, her breasts were shown off by a low neckline that nearly reached her navel. Her lips were painted red and her black hair had been swept out of her face like yours. When did she change? Was Kylo with her when she did? You swallow dryly and shift your gaze over to Kylo. It was no surprise that he was still in his black robes. What if he hadn't been expecting you to actually change? His black hair had been combed neatly and it was clear he had washed up, but nothing else was different. His brown eyes were glued to you as he looks you up and down. You spy his adam's apple bobbing in his throat when he traces out your leg in the high slit of the dress.

"A good choice." Syala nods to you, but her words sounded forced.

"Thank you for the dresses, Your Majesty." You give her a bitter smile and take your seat at the table.

"Now that we're all here," Kylo rips his gaze from you and looks to the queen. "I think we should get down to business."

She sighs. "Why don't we eat first?"

He shakes his head. "No, Sy. Now."

Your head snaps up at once. Sy? He had a nickname for her? What a dickhead. With your mouth now dry, you raise the golden goblet to your lips and take a long drink of wine. On the opposite end of the table, Syala gives in and nods in defeat. She clears her throat.

"I apologize for threatening to pull out of our alliance. If I'm being honest, I was furious when I heard of Snoke's downfall because I wasn't going to receive what was promised. But, I decided to be patient because I trusted you, Kylo. When I never heard from you I figured you had completely disregarded our planet, its resources, and me." Syala lowers her eyes.

Kylo shifts. "I wouldn't have come here only for your planet. It's because you control some of the surrounding planets with resources even more valuable than the gems you provide. I can't let that slide, Highness. You're lucky I decided not to send my armies here instead."

Syala chuckles. "You always were soft towards me. It's going to come down to this, Supreme Leader. I want what was promised to me and then I'll reconsider pulling away."

"No. You get what was promised to you and you stay. You're not going to reconsider anything because your end of the bargain will have been reached." He says flatly.

"There he is," she grins. "I'm only teasing, of course I'll remain an ally to the Order. However, I must insist you remain here for a few more days."

At this, your eyes lift and you stare at Kylo until he makes eye contact with you. "Kylo." You say in a warning tone, to remind him of his promise.

Kylo swallows and looks back to Syala. "I don't know, Sy, I-"

"If it's a problem, I can have someone escort you back on one of our shuttles." Syala raises her eyebrows at you.

"The Supreme Leader as well. I'm afraid he's rather unwell due to a recent incident." Your nails dig into your palms.