Twenty-Three

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     Hours. It has been hours. I hear screaming from the hallways. My guards have been replaced three times. Now. I'm on my fourth set. I want to help. But I can't. Who knows what the resistance would do with the baby and me.

     Several of our stormtroopers have died. But more of the resistance. I have a feeling that this is just the start of it.

"Hurry! This way!" A voice said from the hallway, gun shots soon followed. I sat on the floor and closed my ears.

     It's okay. You're safe. No one will harm you. Don't cry. He loves you. You are his wife. The wife of Kylo Ren. You're suppose to be strong like him. You two will reign together. Everyone will cower away and never lay a hand on your darling child.

     Imagine kylo, you and your child playing in a field of daisies. Laying in the field staring into Kylo's eyes as your child lays on his chest.

    That's better. Breathe. Just. Breathe. He loves you.

    I love him. I can't lose him. And if I do. I must finish what he started.

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