A loud click signaled the opening of the door. She turned around to meet the black form standing guard at the entrance.

Mask still in place.

Rey did not protest, he kept his mask on for the same reason she had just hidden away her armor.

“Mandalorian weddings are of no consequence,” Rey found herself saying robotically.

“A couple could simply say they are married and it would be so.” She shrugged, pretending it meant nothing.

“In most cases, a vow is shared between two people, in private.” The synthesized, impersonal voice countered.

Rey swallowed, “Step closer, so I may start,” she whispered

OR

In order to save her planet, Mandalore, Rey is forced into an arranged marriage with Kylo Ren.