(All Galran Is Bulgarian, you wanna know what it says, please translate. I'd like to see how many of you actually do.)
Lotor wearily walked as his eyelids fluttered. He had been in his own personal training room all day. He would've been in his room, but his Father had assigned another guard to watch over him.
Why does he think I need a guard to watch my every move? Its like he thinks I'm a mere child. And making it one as boring as this man, pff, I'd be better off with a kitten watching me.
Lotor thought as he held onto the wall. He slowly made his way back to his room, knowing the guard would be gone by now. It must have been night. Sure, he could never really just look out a window, but he could notice that the ship lights had started to show a blue tint, the artificial light slowly decreasing as the ship slowly fell asleep.
He finally opened his door, only to be met with the irritated face of Commanding Officer Brig.
"Prince, where have you been? I came to get you for your father and your guard is tied up without any knowledge of where you are." Brig was much larger than the child, yet his booming voice barely made Lotor flinch.
"If my father truly needed me he would've know I was training. It's common knowledge that I have my own training deck and use it whenever I am not in my room. It is also common knowledge, Commander Brig, that I out rank you, and that I could shout at any moment to get you hanged. So please let your speech level lower as the lights start to." Lotor spoke, walking right past the man to his large bed, jumping up on it.
Brig stood for a second watching as the young prince wrapped a large blanket around himself, laying down.
"What did my father need?" Lotor finally asked after a few minutes of silence.
"Something about the Princess of Altea. About a cer-" Before Brig could finish his sentence Lotor had jumped up and started running down the hall towards the main thrown room. "Strive for the right hand of the Prince, Easiest way to the thrown! Sure."
Lotor almost ran right past the thrown room as he swung the door open running to where his father and King Alfor were talking.
"Father, King Alfor." Lotor said, stopping straight in his tracks as he realized how rude it was to run in on a royal conversation. Alfor smiled down at the boy. Zarkon did the opposite, glaring and rolling his eyes as he saw the small amount of sweat on his sons brow.
"Princess Allura is in the parlor. Please converse while I continue my conversation. Do not interrupt again Lotor." Zarkon said sternly as Alfor pushed on his shoulder.
"Don't be so hard on the boy," Lotor started to walk towards the parlor as the men kept talking.
Once in the room he let out a breath of relief and sank to the floor. About halfway down the corridor he hit his ankle on something, so standing still was the worst thing in the universe at the moment.
"Hello?" Lotor looked up to see Allura.
"Oh, hello brat. Why is your father here this time?" Lotor asked, getting up and limping over to a chair.
"You know, the usual. Treaties and chit chat. I feel like he brings me just for the torment. Why do you look like you're going to throw up?" Allura asked suddenly noticing the blue color in Lotor's face.
"I.. I don't know. I'm going back to my room, follow if you want to or stay here. I don't care." Lotor said, praying Allura would come along so he could really talk with her.
"You are so stubborn. Quiznak!" Lotor looked shockingly at Allura and continued walking, a little faster now.
They got to his room and Allura stood in au at the painted walls. Every corner of the room was covered in drawings. Loose papers littered the floor and dead markers covered what was once a desk.
Allura sat down on the bed in the middle of the room, only to be shoved over as Lotor fell into the bed. "Hey! Don't shove me." She piked, giving Lotor's legs a small shove as she got back onto the bed.
"Sorry, geez, I barely touched you. And It's not like I shoved you on purpose. If I wanted to do that I would've done it in the parlor and left you there. Besides, as for Princesses go, you are not the worst." Lotor said, rolling onto his back, looking straight at Allura.
"Oh yeah? Well, you are defiantly the prettiest Prince I've ever meant, but I can't tell if that should be a compliment or a jab at your masculinity." Allura questioned as Lotor looked peculiarly at her.
------- 4 hours Later --------
"I've never lost Allura before. Does this happen often?" Alfor was loosing his mind after Allura wasn't in the parlor, where as Zarkon was calm, knowing the two had either gone to Lotor's room, or the training deck, both of which have full security and surveillance.
"Alfor," Zarkon warned as the protective father kept freaking out. He was done waiting, so he went off walking towards Lotor's room.
"Where are you going?" Alfor asked, quickly following behind. "Do you think you know where they are?" Still silence as Zarkon walked. "You know where they are, okay."
Zarkon stopped, knocked on the princes door, and when no answer came he slowly opened it. He saw a glorious scene. Allura was asleep on Lotor's giant bed, feline whiskers painted on her face. There might be a story there. Lotor was asleep across the room in his chair, a tray of paint next to him as the pant brush in his hand swayed idly.
"I'm so sorry. Just let me get her, and we'll leave. I feel we've much over stayed our welcome." Alfor start, going to pick up Allura before Zarkon put a hand on his shoulder.
"It's late. You would get back to your ship even later and risk waking up your daughter. There in a spare room across the hall. Please, I insist you stay the night. Rest before you go back to your people." Alfor smiles, stepping in, picking up Allura.
"Thank you friend."
Zarkon walks to pick up Lotor, only to get Lotor fighting at any touch. "Spri ! Pusni! Otets!" Lotor yelled, startling both Zarkon and Alfor. Zarkon quickly pulled the boy in restraining him from kicking anything and quietly starting to whisper,
"Uspokoĭ se. Tuk sŭm." Over and over again. Lotor's struggling and groans stopped, his breath going back down to normal as he curled into his fathers chest. Zarkon looked over to Alfor, getting a consulting nod from the other father before he took his leave.
Zarkon sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at the small boy. How small and fragile he was. He laid Lotor out in bed, the boy quickly clinging to the blankets as though his slumber was filled with horrid monsters of mass destruction. Zarkon went to turn off the small lamp next to the boys bed, but in his mind decided it might be, for some reason, to leave it on. He walk to the door, blinking a few times as he thought about how many more times he might be in this situation before his son grew too old for him.
With that last thought, he turned out the prince's lights, leaving the room dark, except for the light green glow of the small lamp.
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