She was a lady, that much was for sure. A young woman of such astounding beauty and regal stock was destined to attract the attention of the galaxy's finest luminaries. After all, what sane man would deny the opportunity of obtaining such a gem as his wife? With skin as fair as a winter's day, endless tresses of raven hair, and the sole heir of the famed Torsin fortune, by the time she was of marriageable age, her name had been blasted around the galaxy, reaching the ears of every First Order tyrant.

Ayessa Torsin.

And it was these qualities that brought Ayessa to the attention of General Hux of the First Order himself.

Ayessa had always known she was not like the others. The Torsin family had always been one of grandeur and it was no secret that the fortune the family owned dwarfed the comparatively miniscule riches of all other households that resided upon the planet of Iotis, but she felt that this boundary was one she was easily able to overcome. It was something else that made her feel isolated.

Never in her life had Ayessa known kindness or compassion from someone other than her mother, who was an empty shell of a person, seemingly due to her years of living side-by-side with the ruthless Abraxis Torsin, her father. Perhaps it was the harsh environment her father had forced upon their family that made Ayessa feel so isolated. Was there any affection in any of the other families?

From the moment she had shown the earliest signs of not only beauty, but intelligence too, Abraxis had been eager to arrange her betrothal to, if fortune was on his side, a First Order official that he could leach off of. Ayessa was barely past her seventeenth year when she was officially promised to another. The General of the First Order.

Abraxis was regarded as a cold, vicious man devoid of any human emotion. It was clear to Ayessa on the day she learned of her engagement that these rumours were simply uneducated. It was strange to see her father bright-eyed with a smile on his face as he ushered her into his study, guiding her to the hologram of a pale, red-headed man at least four years her senior, if not more.

"Ayessa," Abraxis had whispered in her ear, his hands clamped down firmly on her shoulders, "This is the man to whom you are to be wed – General Hux." She remembered as the General's eyes scrutinised her as she did the same in return, trying her hardest to keep her emotions in check whilst simultaneously hiding her attraction.

That night, Ayessa wept.

Six years passed and Ayessa had aged to perfection, like a fine wine maturing. She was divine and no doubt General Hux would boast about his beautiful wife to all of his officers. Of course Ayessa was aware of the lack of influence she had of her own life and it was no something she was content with. She wasn't an ornament to be admired, as everyone seemed to believe. Living solely for the purpose of bearing the General's heirs was not a thought Ayessa was comfortable with. She longed for empowerment and she counted on her fiancée not diminishing these hopes.

Throughout the years of her engagement, Ayessa could get no rest. A glistening ring sat upon her ring finger, polished to perfection, a constant reminder of her fate. It had been sent to her by her fiancé no more than three days after the arrangement was finalised. In the six years it sat upon her finger, it had not once tarnished or lost its gleam. Her maid had advised her that it had cost a princely fee, from what she had heard.

Despite monotonous semi-annual hologram meetings with her fiancée, more often than not overseen by Abraxis Torsin, Ayessa could not remain loyal to Hux. She just prayed no-one ever discovered her secret.

She was due to be wed to him two years previous, but advances in schemes of the First Order had postponed the marriage – to Ayessa's great relief. It was six years after the engagement when the wedding day finally came.

The first time Ayessa met her fiancé in the flesh was the day she was to be wed. In the doorway of the dining room he stood, blocking Ayessa's exit, hands folded behind his back as he regarded her with a blank expression. Simultaneously, Ayessa took in the man before her. The General's face was unreadable, but as his eyes raked over her body, she noticed the unmistakable gleam of fascination and lust.

Ayessa continued to sneer at her intended as he pondered over what to say. "Ayessa Torsin." The General's voice was cold and unwelcoming, official. His eyes flickered down to her hand where her engagement ring sat proudly, yet even jewels such as that could not compare to such a gem as Ayessa. The General swelled with pride, this woman was sublime and she was to be his.

"General," Ayessa responded curtly, her hand settling on her stomach. They stared at each other, the General too captivated to form a cohesive sentence and Ayessa too repulsed to talk to him. Every cell in her body screamed at her to run, leave this place and find the Resistance, get shelter and safety. "If you don't mind, I must prepare."

The General nodded, rotating her body so as to allow room for Ayessa to pass. Ayessa held her chin up as she passed him. As she was about to let out a sigh of relief, she felt a hand on her waist and breath at her ear. "I look forwards to tonight, my dear." And then he let her go.

The white dress felt incredibly heavy, a royal train behind her embellished with hundreds of flowers, a sheer veil covered her face and hair and she felt as if it was her only protection from the monster that was Armitage Hux. What was once a dress she had fantasised about wearing, now felt like a cage – imprisoning her.

The hall where the wedding was being held was incredibly sombre, Ayessa noted. There were a few colleagues of Hux's, or rather his employees; there were numerous Stormtroopers armed with chrome blasters; and there was the infamous Kylo Ren seated in the front. Ayessa took of notice of the multiple men and women sat with her family who she had yet to meet. No doubt her father invited them in order to boast about his new alliance.

The wedding was professional, militaristic and with little sentiment. Hux's eyes feasted on her, drinking in her striking beauty as if she were a delicacy. He lifted her veil and pressed his lips to hers, securing her fate as a married woman. His lips weren't dry as Ayessa had anticipated, and were smooth and gentle. Yet there was a subtle force behind them reminding her that they were one, and always would be. He took her in his arms, his lips parting from hers as he clasped her hand in his slender fingers. Looking into the eyes of such a monster, Ayessa realised what she wanted. Looking into the eyes of a monster, Ayessa swore to bring down the First Order.

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars or any of its characters, plot lines or locations. Only Ayessa and her family are of my own creation. (This is the only time I am putting this.)