It had been almost two and a half months since the Queen of Altea was murdered by the Galra empire. The Alteans, having done nothing wrong, are still grieving the loss of their beloved Queen. Lance, on the other hand, will never forgive the Galra for their wicked sin.
Lance is the First Prince of Altea, the second child of King Alfor, right after his older sister Alura. Lance and Alura are more alike in more ways than one, both radiating natural beauty wherever they go, both constantly standing up for the ones who can't stand up for themselves, and they are both similar in the way that they hide their emotions...they keep their feelings to themselves not wanting to burden others with their thoughts.
That being said they are both very close. Lance tells Alura every little thing that comes to his mind and Alura does the same. When their mother died they promised each other they would be there for each other no matter what stands in their way, and as of now they have been.
Lance currently sits at his desk in his room.
His bedroom is very spacious with room to spare. The walls are colored a light cream color while the floor is a deep brown tile. There are traces of Lance all over everything, his desk has pictures of him, Alura, and his best friend Hunk all over it. His bed looks like it was made in a hurry, all thought it most likely was. There is a dresser on the opposite wall that his bed sits on, that is filled with facial creams and ointments.
Everywhere you look you can see little specks of him.
Lance is sitting there staring at the wall in front of him. Not moving an inch.
Lance took the news of his mother like any child would if they heard their mother was murdered for no reason. He cried, and cried, and cried. And now he was emotionless. He didn't feel anything.
His mind, for once, was empty. He couldn't think, speak, or even blink without wanting to burst into tears.
Breaking lance from his staring contest with the wall was a sudden knock on his bedroom door.
"Come in" he called out, his voice raspy from not talking for so long.
Suddenly the door slammed open and a servant appeared at the door way bowing. "My apologies Your Highness but i have some rather surprising news i thought you would like to hear." The servant man stood in the doorway as he spoke to him.
"Go on." Lance told the man as he got up from his chair to walk over to the doorway.
"Well Your Highness, while our guards were patrolling the outskirts of the kingdom, they found a boy. This boy turns out to be of the Galra kingdom, your Majesty."
Lance gasped in shock at the servants words...the Galra?
"Where is he now?" Lance practically yelled at the servant, already taking a few steps closer to the doorway.
For once, since his mother died, he felt like he could actually leave his room without a second thought.
"The guards are taking him to his prison cell right now, Your Grace. If that's all then please excuse me." The man explained and then bowed again, stepping out of the doorway and walking away.
Lance stood still. A few minutes ago he was emotionless and now he has so many emotions, he feels overwhelmed by them all. Lance breaks out into a run, heading for the prison cells.
He runs so fast he feels the air in his chest becoming hard to breathe. He feels his chest began to tighten with each breath. But that doesn't stop him.
When he makes it to the door that leads to the prison cells the guards see him and immediately open the door, sending a guard in with him incase any prisoners got any idea to hurt the Prince.
"Where is he? Where is this Galra invader i heard of?" Lance yells while slamming the next door open. He comes into a open hallway with cells on each side of him.
A few prisoners scattered in every other cell. He runs to the end of the hallway and turns to see three soldiers dragging a man into a cell on his right.
When lance sees the man something sparks up in his chest. Something starts to swell in him, could this be...
Hate?