Welcome everyone. This is my fan fiction for season three. Enjoy and review.
Happy Birthday
"I adore birthdays, chiefly when it is my own." Lotor's comment caused laughter from those present. His generals Acxa, Ezor, Zethrid and Narti were among those laughing. Standing on a Galra controlled planet, Lotor looked at the officials before him. "Now, you know I prefer plans to gifts, now what have you for me?"
One Galra official, a fellow whose left half of his face was paralyzed, was the first to speak. "Prince Lotor, if the rumors are tree and your father truly is on his deathbed then you must take a bride to continue the bloodline and prevent a succession crisis."
Lotor stared at the official. His mismatched eyes, the left cardinal the right damask, the scar on the left side of his face, he was an odd sight but still Lotor listened. The suggestion was a good one. A succession crisis could be bloody and drag on for years and could possibly rip apart the Galra Empire.
"A fine idea." Complimented Lotor. "Have you a suggestion, Commander…"
"Konn, your Highness."
"And just who might you have for a suggestion, Commander Konn?"
"Princess Allura of Planet Altea." Stated Konn. "Once you defeat Voltron, what victory could be better than—"
"I'll put that suggestion under consideration." Stated Lotor. By that he meant he was simply going to log that away.
"Princess Corral of Planet Demos then!" suggested the Galra nearest Lotor.
"No."
"Queen Merla of—"
Lotor stood up from the banquet table that this little meeting was being held at. "Gentlemen, if anyone has a different suggestion, we can discuss it during a sparring match."
Konn looked at the other officials. They all just stared at him. This was where pulling straws got him, all because they were scared of what would happen if Lotor didn't like a plan. Of course, they had no idea how Lotor would react since they barely knew anything about him.