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Lose It Part VI

As they followed the strange blue man, Y/N was struck by the grandness of their location. It felt as if they were in a castle. They were meeting an empress, after all. But empress of what? Keith walked shoulder to shoulder with her. He was tense beside her, prepared to draw his weapon at the hint of danger. Y/N, on the other hand, was surprisingly comfortable in her new surroundings. The blue man stopped in front of a huge pair of doors, which, Y/N assumed, must lead to the throne room. He paused momentarily before the doors opened to allow them entry.

Seated on a lavish purple throne, draped in red and gold, was the most beautiful Galran woman Y/N had ever seen. Her violet hair fell around her shoulders in thick waves, and her eyes were a piercing gray-green. She smiled upon seeing Y/N and Keith, a smile so brilliant Y/N could not help but look away. The blue man scurried to her side, and whispered something in her ear.

Y/N and Keith stood before her, but the woman made no move to speak. She simply continued to smile her radiant smile. Then, she beckoned Y/N forward. Y/N hesitated, looking to Keith for direction. He gave no indication of wanting to stop her, so Y/N complied, and moved towards the woman. Empress Vulka, she guessed. She was not sure how she should greet her. Should she bow to her? But, what for?

Vulka reached for Y/N as if to pat her on the back. Y/N tried to smile. Perhaps, their encounter would be friendly. They had had many chances to kill her and Keith, and yet they had not. Perhaps, they truly meant them no harm. Vulka squeezed Y/N's shoulder, gently at first. Well, this was...not the weirdest thing that had ever happened to her. But gradually, Vulka's grip tightened until Y/N felt a searing pain, as the Empress burned away through her armor and to her skin. Y/N screamed and fell to her knees, as Vulka's fingernails dug into her skin, drawing blood.

Keith yelled out and attempted to run to Y/N but found that he was paralyzed in his place. Y/N also could not move, her vision blinded by the agony of the burn. Vulka had not stopped smiling. She stood from her throne now, and walked towards Keith. Her hands caressed his unmoving face, streaking his cheek with Y/N's blood.

"What a pretty scar. Did my dear brother Lotor give it to you?"