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- His request will be grandiose, disproportionate and above all public. He'll preferably arrange for your father to have a ringside seat to attend (because what better way to humiliate Tarkin than to remind him how much he's owned his daughter body and soul since the day you laid eyes on him ? ).
- It is for all these reasons that he will choose, for example, a demonstration or presentation of his most beautiful masterpiece. Moment when all the high-rankings of the empire and half of Coruscant are present. He will arrange so that you do not leave your father with a sole until the apotheosis.
- You once joked that you would only agree to his request if he somehow posted it on the Death Star.
- And this motherf*cker did.
- He asked you with a comlink to look at the sky to better admire his work adorned with his most beautiful colors. Yours. You understand then that this is only the beginning of a show of which you are the heroine and you wonder how this weapon of mass destruction can become the symbol of a passionate love. It was so absurd that you laughed and cried at the same time.
- Your father did neither. Probably far too busy imagining how he was going to kill him. He knows you've been dating Krennic for some time but secretly hopes to see you come to your senses. The director has decided to bury all his hopes tonight.
- After the colors, words appeared on the wall of the Star.
Baby Tarkin
Will you
Do me
The honor
To become Miss Krennic ?
- Your father died of heart attack before he stared angrily at you. Then the last words came out and definitely melted your soul.
Forever and ever, Nébuleuse ?
- Tell him no! Are you going to say yes? Are you still not going to say yes? Oh god, she will! Exclaimed your father when you threw yourself on a technician carrying a comlink.
- Orson Callan Krennic ! Did you yell into the comlink you ripped off a tech. Get down from there right now to tell me that you love me before you become my husband for the worse !
- When he arrived in his personal fighter and you raced down the trail to join him, he walked towards you before kneeling at your feet, like a knight in front of his queen. He handed you the box before opening it before your eyes, revealing a silver ring carved in the shape of a cluster of stars similar to the nickname he gives you.
- I know I was not the perfect companion for you. I know you deserve better. But the truth is, no one deserves you. You are above that world. And it makes me sick. I could never let anyone but me touch you. You are the ultimate accomplishment of my work, of myself. I can say today : i love you, but i cannot promise you a life without tears.
- You giggle. Idiot, your cheeks have already been drowned in your tears for at least fifteen minutes.
- I have a stupid new nickname for you, baby Tarkin. My Nebuleuse. I am now offering you "Wife" and you must answer me quickly because patience is still not one of my qualities.
- He is my prince. The cruelest of all, but mine. You think and you probably couldn't have dreamed better than him. You said yes because it was the only option available. The easiest choice of your life.
- You don't care that everyone is watching you when they hug you and lift you into the air. You wrap your arms around his neck before asking him to kiss you.
- And he kisses you. Your lips mingle in a soft kiss full of passion. A powerful tenderness emanates from you when you press your foreheads together and your eyes dive into his.
- Forever and ever, he whispers softly against your mouth and you give him a satisfied smile, letting a few tears stream down your cheeks.
- I choose you you reply.