Kylo stood at the door, his broad bare back facing me. Chills ran down my skin, wondering what he was thinking. He sighed and walked over to his dresser and grabbed his shirt. I was somewhat sad to see his body covered up in the cloth. He walked out without a word to me, and I huffed. ‘Who was he to think that he could leave without saying anything to me.’ I thought.

“I wouldn’t be upset if I were you.” Gracelyn my maid commented.

“Huh?” I asked spinning around in my chair, suddenly feeling naked in my nightgown.

“Don’t be sad dear. He’s usually gruff when things like this happen.” She said smiling.

None of the gaurds or other captives on the ship knew I was really a prisoner. A rebel at that. One he was using to get information. But the words she said peaked my interest.

“What do you mean Grace?” I said, cringing. My father would shoot me with a blaster if he found out I addressed an elder with her first name.

“You are very slow dear.” She chuckled and it took everything in me not to use Jedi mind tricks to get her to tell me. “He loves you. But he doesn’t know how to feel. No one does actually. He’s happier around you, brighter and dare I say not as evil.”

I shook my head. There was no way. Sure he was hot beyond expectation and he was sweet to me, even though I was his captive. But he couldn’t love me, could he? He was about to start a war with the rebels, he was about to kill the people I cared about for power.

Gracelyn noticed my silence. “And I’ve wondered, if you could love him too?”

I wondered the same thing the night he kissed me and told me that he would burn the world to make me happy. When he kissed my neck and hummed against my skin. When he danced with me at the Emperor Ball. And especially when he held me last night, crying as he admitted he was wrong to confess such things. I looked at the old maid. I knew if there was anyone in the Galaxy I could trust with my life, it was her.

“To be honest, I think I might. I’m just scared of what will happen if I tell him.” I could feel tears reach my eyes.

Oh darling don’t cry.” She said as she wrapped an arm around me. “The way I see it, He will give you Death and you will love him for it.”

That statement shook me to the core. I scooted back and stared into her eyes, she wasn’t joking. I sighed and went to the closet and dressed myself as she left. When she did I sat back down, this time on the floor, and said aloud what I feared most.

“If he gave me death, I would love him for it.” I heard a clatter and looked up.

Kylo. He dropped his helmet. I stood up, realizing my cheeks were burning and picked it up for him. When I looked into his eyes I saw the hunger I had seen when he kissed me the first time.

“You love me?” He asked, his deep voice surprising me again.

“Yes, I do.” I said as he grabbed the helmet from me. “I would watch the world burn for you Kylo.”