A/N: This is my first venture into this fandom... I hope it comes out okay lol XD A big thank you to Aria Breuer for the title!


Lotor pushed his snowy hair back and sat on the edge of the bed in the dark. The castle was quiet for now. Allura had directed the ship to the unknown regions of space. They were floating in the silence waiting for their next clue. Lotor had been studying the massive collection of information that the castle held in its large databanks. He had not spoken of what he was looking for, stating that the search was important to their next move... Which was the truth. He had never told a lie to them.

He growled deep in his throat as his fingers gripped the collar plate of his armour. Slowly, relishing every ones' absence, he removed the armour pieces and subsequently his tunic. His boots were the last to go. They thudded to the metal floor in a heap, mirroring the half-breed prince to his bed. For a moment, he closed his eyes and actually relaxed. It had been too long since Lotor had fully let his guard down and the process of keeping up his many facades was becoming exhausting.

For once, his young face was uncovered, and the weight of his experiences showed in his yellow eyes. Years and memories etched trenches in his green irises and his countenance stretched to one of pain and doubt. The glimpse was shattered within seconds, however. He pulled himself together and stretched his well-muscled, lavender, arms before sitting up once again. His calculating gaze took stock of the small room the Paladin's had offered.

It was a cramped room with sparse furniture consisting of a nightstand, bed, and a desk. The washroom was tiny and adjacent to an even smaller, empty, closet. He wouldn't say he was grateful for the quarters, but he would certainly like to keep it as long as he stayed here. It was nice to have some sort of privacy…

Privacy to think and rest and have a moment to really ponder his plans for the future. Of late, he had frequently been needing this time to centre himself. Especially since he had been spending so much time with her.

Allura. She was a flaw in so many ways, yet he couldn't help but feel some sort of attraction towards her. He was still unsure what these feelings she conjured in him were exactly… She was certainly beautiful and on several occasions these past few days he has had to chastise himself for staring. Such animalistic attractions were weak, distracting. He told himself that many times every day. Truth be told, he was getting tired of hearing it.

Another growl escaped his lips. His thoughts were going no where with her. It seemed they would remain in this odd limbo till one of them caved and decided to bring it up to the other. He vowed to not be that person.

Lotor reigned his feelings the way he had been doing all his life. He was an expert by now… That thought also depressed him. He ran his hands through his hair, unable to even think in peace. His frown deepened as his memories relentlessly came back to him, nagging him. He pushed the childhood thoughts away however. He pushed everything away. He even pushed consciousness away from him as he lay back down on the soft bed.

Unfortunately, he couldn't push the dreams away.