In The Life

Authors note. This takes place in the Voltron Force series. Most of the story takes place after the episode Black, but there will be events that happen way before the five space explores ever came to Arus. I'm a new writer who has never done anything like this before so comments are welcomed. I hope you enjoy! I do not own Voltron or any of its characters, only my day dreams.

A ball. They were getting ready for the royal ball that evening. "Mommy?" A little girl with long golden hair asked as she looked up at her mother with her sparkling green eyes.

"What is it sweet Princess?" Her mother replied.

"Am I ever going to be as pretty as you?"

Her mother let out a small gasp and bent down putting her arm on her five year old daughter and turned her towards the mirror. "You already are," she said. "See you have long golden hair like me, emerald green eyes like me, and you." She was cut off by her distressed daughter.

"No mother thats not what I am talking about! You see my eyes don't glow the way yours do, when I walk I am not surrounded by the light that surrounds you, when I sing my voice is not angelic the way yours is. I know we look a lot a like but you shine and I don't, you're beautiful and I am not."

Her mother was taken aback by this, she is five, she thought to herself. Five. She isn't supposed to care about these things yet, but then again she is a princess, she will never have the life of a normal child. She must be above that. "Darling." The mother comforted her child, turned her around and looked into her innocent eyes that mirrored hers. "There is a saying in life that in order to let your inner beauty shine you must deal with all that life gives you, accept it, then overcome it. As you don't let life take the beauty and goodness from your perspective of things, then the goodness and beauty will not be taken from you. You are too young right now but in time you will prove yourself and in time dearest one you will shine."

The child's eyes glisten with tears, "Promise?" She whispered.

"Promise." The mother firmly said.

"Is my beautiful princess all ready for the ball?" The child's father asked as he stood by the door way, his eyes met with his wife's eyes and he knew they were thinking the same thing. She's too young to worry about beauty, she shouldn't have to she was born with it and in time it would fully develop. The child raced and jumped into her fathers arms as he spread them out and caught her and twirled her in the air, after she was settled in his arms she kissed his cheek.

"Almost, I just need to go get my new shoes mommy got me, they're pink just like my dress!" She said excitedly.

"Well go get them." Her father said as he put her down and she raced out of the room, only to be reminded that she must walk instead of run by her father.

The queen stood up and went to the king's open arms. They embraced for only a few seconds when the queen spoke. "Why are you having her get her shoes the ball? It doesn't start for two more hours."

He looked at her with loving eyes. "For diplomatic purposes of course." He said, this did nothing to hide the confused look of the queen so he went on to explain more. "The best news, my love. Zarkon has had a change of heart, I know. I didn't believe it at first, but he has released all of his slaves to the rightful planets they belong to. He has banished that witch Haggar, he put his son Lotor into an etiquette school, and he has asked to join with the Galaxy Alliance. Not only that but he has asked to speak with the three of us privately before the ball tonight, his ship is to land in a few minuets. He wants Lotor to get to know our daughter, even suggested that we set up an arrange marriage for them but I declined. I will not force our daughter to marry someone she does not love nor someone who doesn't love her."

The queen still looked worried, "This is great news but can Zarkon really be trusted?" She asked. She was met with a brief kiss that melted away her fears.

"Yes he is proving he can."

What the king and queen did not realize was that their five year old daughter stood outside the door listening to the whole conversation.

"Do you like them?" Their daughter asked raising her pink skirts to show her pink shoes, once she had entered the room.

"I love them." Her father replied and got on one knee so he could look in her eyes, "Just like I love you." The little girl smiled at this.

"Oh daddy, I love you too. But why isn't Arlena coming with us to meet Zarkon?"

Her father's eyebrows lifted in surprised, "You heard us talking?" The little princess nodded, her father frowned at her. "It is not princess-like to listen to a conversation with out letting the people know you are there." The little girl apologized promising not to do it again. Satisfied the king answered her question. "I asked him the same thing, his response was that since Arlena is our adopted daughter and not our heir he thought it would be better for his son to only met the heir, as he is only allowed to marry someone who is heir to a throne."

The child was still confused but accepted the answer, fifteen year old Arlena then entered the room and asked if they were going to Zarkon's ship yet. She was already informed about this matter thanks to her adopted father. She was to stay here and welcome any guest that arrived early and be the perfect host. Her adopted parents nodded and the four of them hugged and exchanged their love before she watched her parents and younger sister head toward Zarkon's ship that had just landed.

"No!" Allura gasped bolting up-right from her bed. No. She thought to herself. She knew where that dream was going to and she was not going to finish it. That was twenty years ago, she refused to let it haunt her. No. She was stronger than that. After all these years she knew it was not healthy to pretend it never happened, she had to deal with it and seek solace otherwise she would never find peace and would eventually break down, and a queen could not afford that. A queen had to be strong for her people, they deserved a strong queen. Allura left her bed and went to the only place she knew where she could find solace tonight.

Her father's crypt.