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I did everything I was supposed to do. I trained hard; I learned strategy; I kept my secrets buried deep. But there had been nothing in my training that could have prepared me for a dark lord taking interest in me. As I stood before the stone carved statue of a long dead queen of Naboo, the feel of Kylo Ren's lips still on mine, I couldn't help but wonder how I got there. How me, a person of little importance possessing no love for the institution we served, had ended up in bed with the embodiment of evil. - This story is written in first person and alternates between you (Maia) and Kylo. It is highly smutty, but tells a genuine story. The inspiration behind this story is my desire to see Kylo written differently. I love the Ren fics I've read, but I wanted to hash out a less abusive Kylo. He is still a dark lord, and he still doesn't wish to be in the light. But when it comes to love, can Kylo be soft? A lot of the story follows canon. The biggest difference is there is no Rey. No hate to the character, she just doesn't fit into this retelling! TW: childhood trauma, smut, foul language, death, violence and blood, stillbirth (not yours), vomit
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