First off, the legal stuff. I do not own Voltron or its characters. Those are property of WEP(World Event Productions) and Toei Animation. My original characters(Tirrien, Kara, Elizabeth, and Eric and Vora) are from my imagination and are mine. No profit is made from this. This is strictly fanfiction. I do this for fun and to share my work with other Voltron fans.
Part 1: Reflection and Regret
Lotor sat in his private chambers at his study. It had been ten years to the day since the events that changed his life forever. He looked down at the stack of papers that never seem to stop growing. He was king. He no longer had to deal with his father telling him what to do. Zarkon had passed away suddenly in his sleep leaving his crown and his throne to pass to Lotor. So long had the prince plotted and schemed to take the throne from his father, and the old man simply croaked from old age and sickness. It was ironic to think that a creature that had caused so much pain and despair, brought so much violence and destruction to millions had himself passed peacefully away. Of course Lotor did not mourn his father's death. He hated the king, hated him with every fiber of his being. The court of Doom was quite suprised that Lotor hadn't actually thrown a party to celebrate his father's passing. In fact, Lotor was hardly emotional at all when he was told of the news that Zarkon had drawn his last breath. It had only been a year after Lotor and Coralle married that Zarkon died.
The king of Doom had no reason to celebrate. He didn't find joy in becoming king. It wasn't the way he wanted. He wanted to dethrone his father himself. He would have relished in watching as the old fiend begrudgingly handed over his crown and all but made way for Lotor to take his place upon the throne of Doom. He would have taken pleasure in watching his father demoted from king to that of a much lower position. It would have pleased him to throw him into the dungeons where he could spend his remaining years languishing and lamenting his lost power. But no...it was not to be.
Nothing went as Lotor thought it would have. He'd been robbed of something more precious than all the power the Druel empire gave him. He'd been robbed of his fondest dream. Lotor sat at his desk looking blankly across at the entrance to his office. He'd given word that no one on pain of death was to disturb him. He wanted to be seen by no one, and wanted to see no one in return. He just wanted to be left alone. He continued to stare at the wall and the closed door as his eyes slowly began to close. Looking at the darkened walls and the quiet seemed to lull him into a trance. He found himself going back to that day...that cursed day he would regret for the rest of his life.
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"You will marry Coralle, or you will watch your precious little Arusian princess die!" Zarkon roared with rage.
Lotor could only stare in disbelief as he saw Allura suspended from a rope with shackles around her wrists. She dangled many feet above the robeast pit where Haggar's nightmarish creations were kept. There was the woman he loved and desired above all others. He never could have imagined that when he finally brought her to Doom that this would happen. Her life was now hanging literally by the shackles that restrained her. Her eyes full of fear as her body hung above the pit of ravenous robeasts. He felt nothing but frustration and hatred boiling in his blood. He never imagined his father would do this to him. How he'd promised that if Lotor could aquire Allura and bring her to Doom, that he would allow his son to marry her. He realized now that it was all a lie. It had all been a trap to bring the princess to Doom and then do away with her once and for all. That is unless Lotor agreed to Zarkon's demand to marry the princess he had chosen for her.
"Let her go! I didn't bring her here to die! I brought her here to marry her!" Lotor barked in protest trying to keep his rage at bay.
"You will marry whom I say you will, you insulent brat! You will marry Coralle, or you will watch Allura become the robeasts evening meal!" Zarkon snapped angrily.
Lotor watched in horror as the rope lowered perilously closer to the pit. Allura was running out of time. And Lotor's refusal was hastening her to her demise. He wanted to find a way to get her out of this. He couldn't begin to realize how much he regretted bringing her to Doom. He realized only now that he should have taken her elsewhere. He would have risked his father's wrath personally if it meant Allura would be safe.
"I grow impatient Lotor! Chose! NOW!" Zarkon thundered.
He knew what he had to do, but could not bring himself to say the words. There was still that part of him that did not want to give into his father's demands.
"Drop her in!" Zarkon barked loudly.
"NO!" Lotor screamed seeing Allura was about to be dropped to her death.
"I'll marry Coralle." Came his choked reply.
"I'm sorry, could I hear you say that a little louder?" Zarkon asked with a victorious smirk on his face.
"I said I'll marry Coralle." Lotor said trying not to sound broken, though inside his heart had just shattered into a thousand pieces.
"Yes, you will marry Coralle. And you will never again set foot on Arus. You will never again seek out princess Allura. Now swear it before my presence, and that of your bride to be." Zarkon said with a smug, gloating tone.
"I said I would marry her." Lotor growled.
"Still disobedient are you? Then perhaps I should drop this bitch to my pets after all." Zarkon warned.
"All right! I will never again set foot on Arus. I will never again...I will never again...seek out princess Allura." Lotor said in a tone that seemed to relay his defeat. His father had won. Allura would never be his.
"Say it louder Lotor. I want everyone in this room to hear it." Zarkon said without even a hint of mercy for his son's heartbreak.
"I will never again set foot on Arus! I will never again seek Princess Allura! There, I said it!" Lotor barked angrily.
"Forgive him my dear. He will get over his upset soon enough." Zarkon said to princess Coralle as she stood beside his throne.
"Let her go father! I will do as you ask, now let her go!" Lotor demanded.
"Get her down. Put her in a holding cell until after the wedding." Zarkon ordered.
"You said you would let her go!" Lotor raged.
"Watch your tongue boy. I said I would let her go, but I did not say when. After you've been properly wed to princess Coralle then I may consider releasing her...after I've had my fun with her." Zarkon said with a menacing smile.
"You bastard! You harm her, and the wedding is off!" Lotor roared.
Zarkon's face took upon it an expression of malice. "You dare threaten me boy. Remember I still hold Allura's life in my hands! I can still drop her to the robeasts you know!"
"And then you will lose your only son." Lotor said with a devilish smile of his own. He reached onto his utility belt and took from it what appeared to be a detonator. In his other hand he produced a vial of a clear liquid with a tiny metallic device floating within it. He took the cork between his teeth and clamped down removing it from the vial. Then he proceeded to swallow the liquid and the chip all in one swallow.
"What the hell are you doing Lotor?" Zarkon demanded.
"It's very simple. You will release Allura, or you will watch your only son and heir die." Lotor threatened.
"You've lost your mind! You won't kill yourself over some stupid girl! I know you too well!" Zarkon retorted.
"You think I'm bluffing father? Oh but I'm not. I've just ingested a microchip that when activated...will stop my heart.. If I push this button, then I will die. You're going to force me into a marriage I don't want, then I'm going to force you to give me what I demand. And I demand that you set Allura free...now." Lotor warned.
"You think I'd believe you? This is just some stupid game of yours to avoid marrying Coralle." Zarkon said in a disbeliving tone.
"You think so father? Then perhaps you can persuade Coralle to give you an heir to replace the one you're about to lose!" Lotor yelled and prepared to push the detonator's button
"Sire! Please don't do this! She's not worth it!" One of the royal advisors pled.
"He's not going to die...yet. He's just doing this to gain the upper hand." Zarkon shouted.
"King Zarkon, you cannot take that chance! He is your only heir, and you know full well you are not capable of producing a replacement!" Another advisor yelled.
Zarkon growled angrily at his son who kept his hand firmly upon the detonator. "Time is wasting father. Do you release Allura, or do you bury your only heir? Now you chose." Lotor said with a viperous smile.
"Get the bitch down!" Zarkon barked angrily. As much as he hated to admit it, his son had the upper hand now. Though he did not like being defeated, the king could not afford to leave his throne heirless. He begrudged his concession, but would be sure to make his son pay for it later. When heirs were produced, he would put his insulent son in his place once and for all.
Lotor watched cautiously as Allura was lowered and brought level to the floor with the pit behind her. She was weak and hardly able to stand. Guards had to hold her up so that she did not fall to the floor. Lotor kept his thumb on the detonator's button. Any false moves and they'd be picking up his corpse along with Allura's. He would see to it that Allura was set free. But he also knew that he would have to honor his word to his father. He would never see Allura again. He watched as she was taken from the pit so she would no longer be in danger.
"Her lion is still in the hanger. See that she's taken to it safely and allowed to leave." Lotor ordered.
"Let her leave? You are actually ordering me to let her go!" Zarkon snapped.
"Careful father...do you want a wedding or a funeral?" Lotor warned in a dangerous tone.
"You push me too far Lotor!" Zarkon protested.
"No further than you have pushed me. Now see that she's given the key to her lion." The prince ordered.
None could believe what they were hearing...least of all Allura. She herself could hardly believe the lengths that Lotor was going to in order to save her life. She could not believe that he would threaten his own existence in order to see to it she left Doom safely.
"Mogor...give her the key." Zarkon commanded begrudgingly.
"But sire..."
"Give her the damned key before I take your head!" Zarkon roared.
"Yes my king." Mogor answered obediently and approached Allura. Now able to stand on her own, she looked on in shock as Mogor extended his hand with the key in his outstretched palm.
"Get out of my sight! The next time I see you, heir or no heir, it will be the last time!" Zarkon raged.
Allura looked down at the key in her hand. Was she dreaming? Was she really being set free? And could she believe that it was Lotor who had made the way for her flight to freedom? She walked up to Lotor with a stunned look on her face. He looked at her, and his fiercesome expression softened. He knew in all likely hood it would be the last time he ever gazed upon her flawless beauty ever again.
"Go Allura. Go back to your home. I know this doesn't begin to make up for all the pain I've caused you, but it's all that I can do. Goodbye Allura. You will never see me again." Lotor said as his voice became very soft and his expression sad.
Allura in turn felt sadness welling up within her. For all the pain he had caused her, in this one moment she realized that what he felt for her was indeed love. And it was because of that love that he would forego his desire to be with her. He was giving up his dream of ruling with her by his side. He had given up his right to her. He would enter a loveless marriage only to save her life. She felt pity for him. Something she never really thought she could feel, pity for this terrible man who had caused her so much pain. She felt her heart breaking for him.
"Go Allura. Please...just go. I will make sure you're escorted safely out of Druel territory." Lotor said as guards approached the princess.
"I entrust the life of this woman with you. Should any harm befall her, it will be your heads I'll throw into the pit of skulls, understood?" Lotor said with a growl.
"Yes sire." The guards acknowledged and led Allura away from the throne room.
Zarkon watched with anger as Allura was led from the throneroom to the hanger where her blue lion awaited her. Lotor felt a small sense of satisfaction knowing that while he would have to give into his father's demands, he too had also forced his father to give into his. What he said next was sure to enflame Zarkon's already raging fury even further.
"I want her escorted safely through the empire's territories. I want her to leave Denubian airspace without harm. I want soldiers following her until she reaches the diamond galaxy." Lotor demanded.
"WHAT! You have the nerve to request I use my own military to give that wench safe passage!" Zarkon thundered.
"It is not a request father. If Allura does not reach Arus safely then you will be burying me instead of marrying me off to Coralle. I am keeping this detonator with me until I know that Allura is safe. And any attempts to take it from me will only hasten my demise. And you don't want that now do you father?" Lotor said with almost a mocking and sarcastic tone.
"Fine! She'll have a small unit to escort her but nothing more!" Zarkon shouted.
"And you will make sure that no one fire upon her won't you father? I don't want any of our allies thinking they can use the blue lion for target practice." Lotor chided.
"Damnit boy! You can't hold onto that thing forever, and the moment you let go of it..."
"Ah ah ah father. You would be wise not to plot my untimely death until after my bride has given me heirs." Lotor said with an arrogant chuckle.
"You'd better pray I do not live long whelp. Because when those heirs are born, I will see to it personally that I stop your wretched heart from beating with my bear hands!" Zarkon threatened.
Lotor only smirked at the threat. Zarkon, while his rage was no less potent, his body was growing more feeble and weak with the passage of time. He knew the old king wouldn't live forever. And when Zarkon died, he would go to his grave knowing he gave up the most valuable hostage he'd ever had just to save his claim to the throne. This was the only comfort Lotor would have.
"When I have been informed of Allura's safe arrival into Arusian airspace, I will lock the detonator away. Then I shall marry Coralle. Until then, you can consider us engaged father. Don't dare try to harm Allura while she leaves the empire. You know what will happen if you do." Lotor said and turned to leave the throne room. Zarkon sat on his throne fuming and cursing. It was a sweet sound to the young prince's ears to hear his father complaining of his defeat.
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It took a few days for Allura to make her way back to Arus. Word was sent throughout the empire not to harm her in anyway. Lotor made sure his father knew that the detonator stayed with him at all times until he heard word of Allura's safe arrival on Arus. He kept his distance from his father during those days. Lotor chose to spend his last remaining days as a bachelor in the seclusion of his quarters. He wanted to see no one and wanted to be bothered by no one. He did not even visit his harem. A guard came to his room informing him of the news that Allura was safely back on Arus. With a heavy sigh, Lotor dismissed the guard and made his way to the throne room.
His steps were heavy as he walked into the throne room. Zarkon sat upon the throne with an impatient look on his face. Lotor felt both relief and sorrow at the occassion. He was glad that Allura was back on Arus and safe. But also knew that now he had to make good on his promise to marry Coralle. And he also knew that Arus would not be safe from further attacks by Doom. He could only hope that Allura's friends and guardians would keep her safe. He never imagined that the very enemies he despised were now the very men he placed hope upon for keeping Allura out of harm's way. He approached and kneeled before his father.
"You are to be informed that your precious little princess has arrived safely upon her wretched planet." Zarkon growled.
"Very well. I will lock this device away so it will be rendered harmless." Lotor said with a defeated tone.
"You'll hand it over to me." Zarkon ordered.
"I think not. This detonator stays out of your hands. It will be locked securely away and never used again. You have my word. I will marry Coralle as soon as you wish." Lotor replied calmly.
"You try my patience. You think I'm going to trust you with that thing." Zarkon hissed.
"You're just going to have to take me at my word, because I most certainly will not trust you or anyone else with it. You will get what you want father. Coralle will be my bride and she will give me heirs to the throne. And for now you'll just have to be satisfied with that. Now if you've no further need of me, I would like to return to my chambers." The prince said calmly.
"The wedding will be tomorrow night. Now get out of my site before I have you shot." Zarkon growled dangerously.
Lotor said nothing in return. He got to his feet, turned away from his father and left the throne room. He kept his emotions in check, but let his steps increase in speed. The reality of his situation was now hitting him, and he didn't want anyone seeing the melt down that would be fourth coming. He quickly reached his room and rushed inside. He took the detonator and locked it in safe. Once he punched in the combination that he and only he knew, he opened a secret compartment built into the wall. After shoving the safe into the compartment, he closed it up so that no one would know the location of the safe.
With the detonator safely hidden from view, Lotor then proceeded to let his fury explode from within him. He began to tear up his room. Anything he could get his hands on was ripped from the walls or hoisted from the floor and flung as far as he could throw it. A mirror was shattered by a small bedtable he'd flung. He kicked and punched the walls, uprooted furniture that was far too heavy for a mere mortal to lift. In his rage he flipped his bed over causing the sheets and pillows to briefly fly and then were smashed by the tumbling bedframe. Guards and servants alike could hear the inhuman screams and roars eminating from Lotor's bedroom. They dared not enter lest they become part of the carnage.
After a time the breakdown began to slow the prince down. His fury began to dull as the reality of his situation set in. He had lost his beloved princess. He had given her up to save her life. He fell to his knees, his whole body shaking. His father would have be mortified to see him shaking and breathing heavily. He lowered his head and buried his face in his hands. His fingers forcefully clutched at his hair bringing his normally slicked back bangs down across his face. He rocked back and fourth as if trying to bring some sort of comfort to himself, but knew from now on there would be none. He looked up, his bangs now tousled and hanging down over his face. He let out one last wail of despair and then was silent.
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Lotor woke suddenly from his mental journey. He felt something rolling down his cheek. He lifted his hand to his face and felt something wet against his skin. He looked at his finger and saw the glistening remains of the tear that had fallen from his right eye. He stared at the smeared drop for a moment and then wiped it off on his tunic. He had kept his word to his father. He married Coralle once he learned Allura had reached Arus safely. He also kept his word never again to set foot on Arus nor did he seek Allura ever again. He had given up his dreams all for her sake. That she was safe was the only thing he did not regret. He would not have been able to live with himself if she died because of him. He wouldn't have been able to bear it if she'd died at all. He loved her far too much to let that happen.
Though he'd kept his word to marry Coralle and procure heirs for the throne, he never promised to love the woman. And love her he did not. He found no joy in being around Coralle. And she found no joy in being with him either. It had never been love that bound them together. It was simply a business arrangment, nothing more. It was perhaps the first time Lotor found no joy in bedding a woman. They'd only slept together enough to bring one child into the dark world of Doom. And once that child had been produced, Lotor found absolutely no reason to want to bed his wife. She was selfish and vain. No matter what he did to satisfy her, it was never enough. She wanted the finest clothes, the most expensive of material possessions. Only the most exotic wines and foods satsified her hunger and thirst. And when it came to the bedroom, that became the least enjoyable of places to be. The two were cold toward each other in bed. Sex was hardly satisfying at all for either of them. It wasn't a pleasure to be enjoyed, merely an act to procure an heir.
He was suprised the marriage lasted as long as it did. Coralle had stayed as his queen for five years. She tolerated being his bride so she could get all the power and wealth that she felt befit her status, but being faced with the responcibilities of being both a ruler and a mother, she was no longer happy to be queen of Doom. Of course the scandels didn't help either. Word had spread throughout the kingdom that Coralle was seen cavorting with nobles from other planets. She would be seen wearing tokens of their affections openly though she kept the guise that they had all been gifts from her husband. Many knew better, but dared not to say anything against their king. Knowing his dangerous temper, they valued their lives more than they did approaching him with idle gossip. No matter how truthful it might have been, they held their tongues.
He honestly didn't care if the woman was having affairs. It spared him the trouble of having to bed her night after night. Many would have assumed that he would have gone to find solace in the arms of other women, but he did not. He had promised to be a faithful husband despite the fact that his bride did not honor her vow of fidelity. They spent very little time together. After the wedding they were seen only at public events, and after the birth of their son Tirrien, they were seen seperately. Chatter spread throughout the kingdom that the two were living seperate lives. And then the day came when Coralle demanded a divorce. Lotor certainly wasn't going to deny her that request. He knew deep down he wanted it as much as she did, and so he granted her an end to their marriage.
She left him and returned to Demos. Of course, the blame was put squarely upon the king for the marriage falling apart. Coralle cited infidelity as reasons for divorce. Nevermind that she had been with who knows how many men, and Lotor had stayed celebate for the sake of the marriage. In a way, it was true. He was always thinking of Allura when he was with Coralle. It was the only way he could tolerate the times he actually bedded the woman. He many times wished it was Allura that he lay with instead of his wife. How could he say he wasn't guilty when he knew deep down he was, even if it was only in his mind. Nevertheless, he was glad that the marriage ended.
The one thing he regretted about the marriage ending was the fact that his son was now left without a mother. Coralle had absolutely no interest in her son. She saw him as a nusisance and did not give him any affection at all. If he came to her wanting to be held or cuddled, she viciously shirked him away. That did not set well with Lotor. While he never could have imagined himself being a doting father toward children, he found himself quite softened once Tirrien came into the world. The couple often got into harsh arguments over Coralle's behavior toward Tirrien. But more than that, Lotor remembered what kind of father he'd grown up with. He didn't want to be the same kind of father to Terrien that his own father was to him.
After the divorce, he did seek comfort in the arms of a slave girl for a short time. That too did not last. He knew he did not love her, and she was only a means of chasing away loneliness and trying once more to get Allura out of his mind. A daughter was born of the brief union. The day his second child came into the world was a bitter sweet moment. While the baby girl he named Kara was born healthy, her mother suffered severe complications and died soon after Kara was born. He felt sorrow that a woman had died to give birth to his child, but did not overly mourn her death. She was after all a slave girl, and did not warrant too much grief. The only comfort he could take was that she had been at least willing to come to his bed.
He could still remember the moment he first looked into his daughters eyes and how much he realized he had truly softened. He was as protective of baby Kara as he was of Tirrien. He remembered how she first looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes and smiled. He swore he would protect both his children from the harshness that would be their lives as best he could. Tirrien would be seen as Lotor's only legal and legitmate heir to the throne. Kara would hardly even be acknowledged as alive, let alone be in line to inherit the crown. She was the child of a slave. What value did she possibly have?
Her father, on the other hand made sure she would not be treated like a piece of slave trash. Any one who dared to even think of harming Kara would be met with by an angry and vengeful father. He would treat her like the princess he felt she was. He promised to give her all the love and care he could possibly give her as she had been robbed of her mother. He would give all he could to both she and Tirrien.
Kara seemed very happy to be with her father. It did not seem to affect her that she had lost her mother as she did not even know who her mother was. In some ways he was greatful that his second child had been born of a slave girl instead of his former wife and queen, Coralle. At least the girl he bedded harbored no ill toward him despite the fact that she was only seen as his property. Her gentle nature had passed onto her daughter. Kara often reached out her arms and cooed and babbled insistently when she could sense her father was near. He knew her life would not always be so happy. Doom was not a friendly place, and she would no doubt encounter hostility as she grew up. But damned if Lotor would let her suffer from it. He would make her life as happy as was possible on such a dark and dreadful world.
His son, on the other hand was just sullen and silent. Because of the chaos within the marriage the boy had developed emotional and behavoiral problems. Tirrien did not speak much to people, let alone his father. He often kept to himself and became easily annoyed if anyone tried to coax him into speaking. He would become frustrated for no reason and begin having violent tantrums at times. So violent that at the worst of times, not even his own father could handle him. Lotor wasn't suprised. He was no different growing up. He was pretty sure that it was because his mother abandoned him. It was the same with Lotor himself. While his mother had loved him, his father did not allow that love to be properly fostered. His mother had been taken from him and he grew up angry and bitter. His father had done nothing to foster anything positive in him other than the need to survive at all costs. He swore he would not let that same fate come to his children. He was glad that Zarkon had died when the children were both very young. Neither of them rememebing or wanting to know about their grandfather.
"Well father, you got your revenge...you heartless bastard." Lotor growled under his breath.
It was his father's final act of spite. He got to pass away peacefully in his sleep, robbing his son of any chance to personally dethrone him. He'd robbed Lotor of everything he held dear. But when he thought about it, the only thing that truly hurt him the most was being robbed of a life with Allura. He looked up at the large digital clock on the wall. The hour was very late, and he found himself growing more exhausted by the moment. He knew he needed to get rest, though it never did him much good. He hardly slept well at all.
He got up from his desk feeling the aches in his body from where he'd sat down too long in one position. He rubbed his shoulders and back and then headed toward the door. As he exited his study he walked by the children's room. Since they were still very young they shared one room, though Tirrien, his oldest child and son, was expressing more interest and need to have a room of his own. Tirrien was nine. Kara was four. She had her white hair and piercing green eyes. His son had his mother's red hair, but his father's yellow cat like orbs. His red hair was also streaked with tinges of white inherited from his father. Both of them had blue skin, though their color was a bit paler than that of their father.
He silently walked in trying not to make any noise so the sleeping children would not wake. They seemed to find some peace during sleep and he didn't want to rob them of that. He looked at Tirrien and then at Kara. She was a beautiful little girl even at the age of four. At least he had that to be proud of. He quietly walked over to where Kara slept and placed a gentle, fatherly kiss upon one of her chubby little cheeks. He felt both pride and sadness well inside of him.
"They should have been yours, Allura. You would have been a loving mother to them." He said silently to himself.
Not realizing it, his whispers had been loud enough to rouse his daughter from her sleep. She opened her big green eyes to Lotor's suprise.
"Dada..." she said in a tiny voice. "Why are you sad dada?" She asked.
"It's nothing my little one. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you." Lotor said apologetically.
"Did I do something wrong?" The little girl asked with a worried tone.
"No, of course not. You can do no wrong in my eyes. You're my most precious treasures, you and Tirrien both. Shhhh, go back to sleep my little angel. I'll see you in the morning." Lotor said tucking his little daughter back into her bed. She snuck in a small kiss on his nose as he bent over to fluff her pillow. He smiled softly at her and brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face.
"Night dada." She said as she closed her eyes and went back to sleep.
"Good night my little ones."
Lotor left the children's room before he accidentally woke up Tirrien. He closed the door and propped himself against the wall. "Damnit...they should have been Allura's children. She would have loved them more than her own life. They deserve better than this." He said with a begrudging sigh as he returned to his bedroom.
The walk there was slow and seemed to drain the king of his energy with every step. He didn't look foward to returning to an empty bed, but hadn't really enjoyed it when his wife was sleeping in it either. Her back was always turned to him, never once inviting him into bed unless it was to get something she wanted out of him. That bed had always felt cold, and now it just seemed to get colder now that it was empty. With a resigned sigh he took off his clothes and slipped into bed.
I have to admit that it's not just enjoyment for which I write this story. After reading some of Prince Lotorsincline's work, I was inspired to make some of my original characters based on people I know and events that happened in my life. Some of which were not happy ones. The events in this story mirror things that happend in my life, but are greatly exagerated for the sake of the story.I guess you could say this story is a kind of therapy for me to help reconcile some baggage that I've carried with me for a long time. This is a work in progress that I'd intended to be just a series of drabbles, but after I started to write the second part I realized that this may grow into a much longer story. But how long I'm not quite sure. I guess we'll see how far it goes as I work on it. And for fans of Redemption and Destiny, don't worry. I'll hopefully be getting chapter thirty ready to post sometime in the near future.
Christine (The Dark Rose Maiden)