I do not own Voltron. I do not own Go-lion.
Farewell Beloved Strategist
"Bealowealm hafad frone frecam forth onsended; Giedd sculon singan gleamnenn sorgiende."
Romelle's hand felt a squeeze as her melody continued to roll from her tongue. As she sang she looked to her young cousin beside her.
"On Meduseldes baet he ma no waere; His dryh dyrest and maega defrost."
She watched her husband along with the four other pilots carry the coffin in to the tomb. The coffin was finally placed inside, they backed away as two guards proceeded to seal the tomb. Romelle felt the grip tighten as they closed the tomb.
"Bealo."
A frenzy of despaired Arusions gathered at the footsteps of the castle ready to lend ears to their ruler. Allura approached the top of the steps pausing as she looked at her large family, her beloved subjects.
Taking a deep breath she finally spoke, "My beloved Arus, I know Coran, son of Coane, was not of noble blood but none the less; today, we bury him like one. I do not think King Alfor would have it any other way. Not only did he foster me since infancy but for fifteen years he has fostered our country. As frail as Arus stood, it stood because of him and after many trifling years Arus can finally rest," she paused once more and turned to look at her friend Keith. Keith's eyes said enough it seemed, she turned back to the crowd, "Now it is time for our beloved Coran to rest as well."
A couple of days had passed since the ceremony took place. The Arusion subjects took their leave back to their homes as did their ruler and her entourage.
The group finally had dinner together for the first time since the funeral. The silence went on for about sometime until Lance finally decided to break the ice.
"So, you know what I just realized?" he said.
Romelle gave a little smile and decided to play along, "That we need to find you a wife Lance?"
"Oh Romelle, now you know I would never be able to love again since you married the viking," Lance jested.
"Vell ve know it can't be anyting good," the viking stepped in.
"Vellllll, you two wouldn't know cause you weren't there," Lance mocked Sven.
"Jesus, out with it McClain!" Hunk yelled.
Lance felt diabolical at this point, his plan was coming in nicely. " Ok, ok big guy. Pidge pass him another potato, hot head's getting antsy," Lance laughed. Pidge rolled his eyes passing the potatoes to Hunk who's face was tint was slowly becoming a rose red.
"Lance, what did you realize?" Keith said cutting the tension.
"Guess who's birthday it is?" he quizzed them. They all looked at each other.
"Romelle, it can't be yours. You're around the same time as Hunks, right?" Pidge alarmingly turned to her. She nodded reassuringly at him with another smile.
"Pidge, come on, this was around the same time we found the abandoned Drule ship in that asteroid belt. Come on, " he turned to Keith and Allura gesturing a hand towards them, beckoning their assistance. His heart sank when he saw Allura's face was still as gloom as the day he came back to Arus.
Keith stepped in," Who's birthday is it?"
"Our favorite Drule prince," Lance said with a smile.
"Prince Lotors birthday?" Pidge asked.
"No others shorty, haha, remember how we completely ruined his cake?" Lance began laughing.
Hunk began to giggle a little, "His face was priceless when he was about to blow out his candles and Lance just came out of that statue. Hahaha, not only melting his statue but completely ruining that ridiculous cake those people made."
"Uhh that was a God awful statue," Pidge said trying to keep his food in.
By this point Hunk and Pidge were rolling in their seat.
"Did that really happen?" Romelle was enthralled and began to laugh, "that is to rich. I need to learn to pilot so I can go drive people crazy like you guys. Sven we'll start tomorrow."
"I'll tink about dat one Romelle," Sven couldn't help but smile a bit himself.
"I'm sure you'll be thinking darling," Romelle reciprocated.
Keith sniffed a bit, "That was a crazy little bastard," he then laughed a little himself, "No, I think what bit the cake was that skirt he would wear."
His table companions paused for a moment. They all began to laugh at this point. "He sure as rain did wear a skirt," Pidge replied.
Keith smiled a bit at this, he was rarely the class clown, sadly he wasn't as effective as he thought he was. He turned to look at his friend Allura, she smiled a little to blend in but her eyes told him otherwise it seemed.
Their laughter dyed down after a while and silence overcame them once again. Hunk then proceeded to raise his glass and said, "To a strategist."
Lance followed, "To a friend."
Sven, "To a caregiver."
Romelle, "To an ally."
Pidge, "To a steward."
Keith, "To a parent."
Allura, "To our Coran."