The New Galtean Empire ~ Chapter 1- Arranged Marriage
Lance stretched and got out of bed. Today was an imporant day, so he had to get up early to make sure he would look his best. He walked over to his jewled
full-length mirror. He admired his reflection before going over to his closet to pick out his nicest Altean attire. He usually preferred something more casual and
comfortable, but his father insisted he wore his dressy clothes. Although he wasn't particularly thrilled about the day's events, he wouldn't dare go against his
father's wishes. After he was dressed, he went back in view of the mirror. He put on some blue earrings and golden wrist bands. One he was happy with his appearence,
he left the room and headed down the stairs into the dining room, where his father and twin sister Allura were already waiting.
"Why must you always be late to breakfast Lance? We've been waiting for fifteen dobashes already." Allura was already making an annoyed face at him. Lance
rolled his eyes at her,
"And why must you always scold me on minor things?" He crossed his arms.
"Lance you sister is right. If you are to be king, you musn't be late." Their father joined the conversation, avoiding anymore bickering.
"But father, it's just breakfast." Lance whined.
"Yes but next time it could be a crucial royal meeting. You need to man up and be more mature. That whiny attitude will get you nowhere." Lance didn't respond,
he already wasn't in a good mood, so he really didn't feel like arguing anymore, he always lost the arguments anywhere. He plopped down in the seat across from his
sister and waited for breafast to be served. If anything, food was one thing he could always count on.
"Are you ready to meet your future husband?" Allura smiled sweetly at Lance. He didn't respond immediatley and took a bite out of the stack of juniberry
pancakes now sitting in front of him.
"I mean, as excited as someone being forced to marry a stranger against his will could be." He answered, obviously annoyed.
"Oh not this again, Lance you know this is important." Their father spoke up.
"I just don't understand, why do i have to marry him? Isn't their anyway to unite the two kingdoms besides marriage?" He took another large bite of pancake.
The king glared at him and didn't answer, which was basically his way of telling Lance to drop the topic. After breakfast, Lance went back up to his room and layed
on the bed, staring up at his intricately painted celing. He had never been in love before, since his father was very careful about letting him out of the castle,
afraid he would fall for a commoner. Ever since he was a child, Lance had always sworn he would only marry for love, but now it seemed he didn't have that option
available anymore. He sighed and looked over at his digital clock, in only a few vargas, he would meet the man his father arranged him to marry, the prince of the
Galra Empire, Prince Lotor.
"Welcome to the planet Altea." The king shook hands with the Emperor of the Galra, Zarkon. He sat back down in is thrown. Zarkon kissed Allura's hand before
shaking hands with Lance.
"It's a pleasure to meet my future son-in-law." He smiled. Lance faked a smiled best he could, but as soon as Zarkon walked away, Lance returned to his
posistion of leaning on the arm of his throne in boredom. Zarkon took a seat at the far end of the room.
"Now welcoming, Prince Lotor!" The large doors opened once again. A tall galran man enetered the room. He had a look of confidence to him. He had long white
hair and blue eyes. He was good looking, Lance had to admit. Someone else also entered the room behind the Galran Prince. Lance sat up as he noticed the younger Galran
that came in. He had long dark hair and even darker eyes. What was really intriguing about him was, that he had pale skin. It wasn't purple like the other Galra, but
he still had the other features of the Galra. His pale skin slowly faded into purple fuzzy ears, and he had the yellow tint to his eyes popular to the Galra.
"Lance, Lance!" Allura poked her brother in the arm, pulling him from his thoughts.
"Hm?" Lance suddenly noticed the silence hanging over the room. Allura whispered something to her father who rolled his eyes before speaking up,
"Let me introdunce, Prince Lance of Altea." He said before silently apologizing to Zarkon.
"Oh!" Lance was hit with the realization that he was supposed to speak.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Prince Lotor." He stood up and bowed before Lotor before returning to his seat. He tried to stay focused but his eyes defied him
and once again locked onto the mysterious dark haired Galran who was now walking across the room to stand next to Zarkon.
"If i may ask.." Lance knew nothing good could come from asking but he couldn't help himself.
"Who is the dark haired Galra who followed you in?" Lance looked at Lotor and smiled, trying to look mature.
"Oh him?" Lotor laughed a bit,
"That is my personal servant Keith."
"Ah, well it was a pleasure meeting you both." Lance smiled quickly at Keith before nodding in Lotor's direction. Zarkon left the room, with Lotor close
behind. Keith glanced up at the tanned skin Altean Prince. He caught his gaze and felt his cheeks heat up slightly.
"Keith!" Lotor called for Keith, who startled, hurriedly left the room after Lotor. Lance never took his eyes off Keith as he left the room. The king got up
quickly and stood in front of Lance, blocking his view of the door.
"What was that?" He practically scared Lance out of his seat with his tone.
"What?" Lance replied, sounding both confused and offended.
"I saw you staring at that servant the whole time." Lanced felt himself turn slightly pinker at the mention of Keith.
"No i was-"
"Silence. You are not to get distracted by any servant. Lotor is your husband-to-be, and you are sadly mistaken if you think that is going to change." The king
quickly left the room before Lance had a chance to respond. Lance slumped down in his chair and sighed deeply.
"Hey, i'm sorry about that." Allura turned to face him.
"About what?" Lance turned to her curiously.
"About what father said. I can see it in your eyes, you don't feel for the Galran Prince, but his servant seemed to have caught your attention." She replied
with what appeared to be a pitied expression.
"I don't know if i feel that way about the servant, i just met him. But even if i did, it's not like it matters, father forbids me from 'getting distracted'".
Lance rested his chin in his hand.
"I personally, found the Galran Prince quite appealing. I would be completley content if it was i that was marrying him." Lance looked at his sister and raised
his eyebrows at her.
"What?" She asked, clearly noticing the look he was giving her.
"Nothing." Lance laughed it off and got up before the conversation could continue.
"Night sis." He waved at her before heading back up to his chamber. The door slid closed behind him and he quickly changed back into his comfortable clothes
before curling up under his silk sheets. He turned off the light and made an attempt to go to sleep. His mind was wandering everywhere, but the image of Keith was
the one thing he couldn't get off his mind.
