Marriage Drabble With Kylo Ren
Hey look I did a writes! It’s been on my mind for awhile and even though my own writing will never be what my mind creates, I still took a shot at it anyways! Oops!
Warnings: I mean if you hate fluff then you should probably not read this at all.
Draped. Gathered. White. Flowing. Clean.
The words you’d used to describe garment customized and created to your frame. The fabrics flanged around the chest and hugged just below your shoulders. It wasn’t the first time this design had been created. Many years before this, long before you were conceived, pictograms and holoprojections proudly displayed the attire as historic remnants of their former glory and monarchy. The elegance undulated from the woman who donned the style before you. So used to an audience, so used to attention and such a natural grace to her posture.
Yet you—you were simple.
You grappled with the cuffs adhering the fabric to your arms. This wasn’t your choice; it was of his own accord that he requested you wear it. Curious considering you’d only discovered her existence from your fiance’s library within his quarters. Royal garbs of a queen from decades before—and now you wore them as an exhibition for those paying witness. For those paying who pledged allegiance to the First Order. Your eyes finally met the reflection in the mirror, for a moment you couldn’t even recognize yourself as though a second personality settled within your skin. Would others notice the same falsehood? They’d hardly seen your face in the entire span of your relationship with their Commander, yet you were certain each emotion would protrude through this façade and call on their mockery.
What made matters worse was the staggering head count expected to attend. Similar events usually boast several hundred onlookers. Your own would boast hundreds of thousands. It’s common for a couple to reserve a humble venue, not an entire Star Destroyer.