The Suit
Allura looked at her Father's suit of armor that hung in her room with chills running down her spine. She remembered the stories he used to tell her back in her youth of the battles he fought with the original Paladins of Voltron. He would sit her up on his knee and hold up his untransformed Bayard in front of her like an artifact. She remembered like it was yesterday.
"One day, you'll become a Paladin just like me. Everyone of the royal family must do their service for their people on the front lines to truly be called their leader. I know you'll be our greatest warrior Allura and one of our greatest Queens." King Alfor said in a gentle voice as he watched his young Daughter's eyes grow in wonder at the weapon he held in front of her.
The young Princess looked at her Father with a tilt of her head. "How come you sound so sad Daddy?"
"It's just that your curiosity for the Paladins of Voltron remind me of your Mother. She had a similar fascination with the legendary lions and she was one of our fiercest Paladins on our planet. You have that same spark my dear and I expect great things from you." King Alfor replied as he gently moved a piece of hair away from her face with a soft smile.
She giggled and he placed the Bayard down so he could lift her high into the air to make her feel like she was flying as he twirled her around.
As the memory began to fade away, Allura blinked away tears as she touched the cold glass that cased her Father's suit of armor.
"I swear that I'll make you proud Father. We'll defeat Zarkon and we'll bring back balance to the universe like you did." Her voice was firm but filled with emotion.
When she laid down on her bed she closed her eyes with a new desire: to wear her Father's suit of armor in battle against Zarkon. She wanted to be the Queen and warrior he always wanted her to be.