"It's worse than we thought, Your Highness," Coran mutters as we cross the threshold to the outside.
"I assumed it would be," I reply with as little emotion as I can manage. "Has there been word on other cities and territories on Pollux?"
"Aye. And as I said, it is worse than we feared."
"Is it Lotor? Has he truly returned from Hell?"
"I don't know. But I pray it isn't."
The sound of marching feet and the roar of the lion's engines fast approach. Other than those sounds, there is utter silence. No birds, no crickets, no frogs, no other sign of life. It is as if Arus itself is grieving for the losses of it's cousin. The sweet scent of approaching rain hits my nose as a streak of lightning creeps across the sky to the west, just as the last rays of sun fully fade. The Lions land to the South of the lake their four pilots coming out in unison each leading a few survivors. They come two by two and join the line approaching at the front. Keith, Lance, Pidge and Hunk all four kneel their eyes downcast as Keith sets out Bandor's Crown and sword.
"We know nothing of Princess Romelle, so for now, you are Princess Regent of Arus and Pollux, Your Highness. It is the will of the survivors."
I manage to mask my sharp intake of breath. I had not anticipated this. I suddenly want nothing more than to run to the Royal Tombs and pray to my Father for guidance. But I do not have such a luxury. So I reach down and take the Crown and sword. I must be strong. I cannot break down… A slow deep breath. In...and out… "I pray we find Princess Romelle safe away from the horrors of these days. I accept the call of the people of Pollux to be their voice in their time of need," I say as I place the crown on my head and fasten the sword belt around my waist. "As your sovern, I offer care and comfort for the living and wounded, and we shall take great care to honour those whose lives were cut short. Come with me into the Castle of Lions and let us move forward together!"
"As you say your majesty," comes the weary reply as all those among the living start shuffling into the castle, immediately being met by wards, guards and any free citizen who could help. I move aside so as not to inhibit the flow of people entering the castle. Each being scanned as they enter from above. A new protocol that Pidge set up in the peace after we defeated Lotor...or did we? I muse, then shake my head to shove the thought away. Weapons are taken, tagged and set aside for inspection and possible repair for future use. I make my way to the courtyard situated beneath my balcony. Close enough should something go wrong that I can be protected, but far enough to give me space I very much need to clear my head.