A day had past and Lance didn't think any lighter about the situation with Keith.

Every time someone brought up the topic of the Galra or even Keith for that matter, Lance would immediately leave the room, not wanting to have another screaming session like he did in the prison cell.

After he had left Keith sitting on the ground, with blood running down his face from more than one injury, he went to his room and cried...well more like wept.

He had all these pent up emotions and feelings that he thought he had gotten over, but apparently not. When he saw Keith all those emotions came flooding back. So he went to his room, locked the door, flopped onto his bed and sobbed himself to sleep, even forgetting to put on his nightly face ointments.

The next morning Lance was awoken from a knock on the door.

"One second!" Lance called out, as he shot up from bed. Lance checked himself in the mirror and groaned.

He could already see the clogged pours!!

And not to mention the red, swollen eyes.

He put on his blue robe, that fit beautiful against his tan skin, and opened the door.

"Your highness breakfast is ready." A woman told the Prince when he opened the door.

"Then please bring it in!" Lance said trying to give her his biggest smile he could muster at five in the morning, without it looking to forced.

"The Princess wishes for you to come to breakfast this morning. She is asking for your company." The maid explained as she walked into his room. "Please let me help you get dressed."

Lance stared at the woman.

Him and Allura had not talked since the Queens funeral.

Why now?

"Okay..." Lance whispered out to the maid.

Once lance was dressed in his Prince attire, which was a bright blue jacket with white embroidery over top a white button up and matching blue pants, Lance walked down the hall to the dinning room where his older sister was waiting for him.

He entered the room and sat down across from his sister at the long dinning table.

Allura has already had the plates of food set out for them.

When Allura saw him enter through the wide double doors she smiled big and bright, lighting up the whole room.

Allura was in her early twenty's. Only a few years older than Lance but you wouldn't be able to notice. She had naturally tan skin, that fit just right with her bright blue eyes. She had long white hair and her Altean marks were a soft pink. She was completely captivating.

Lance gave her a weak smile as he took his seat.

"Hey.." Allura's breathy words had made their way to Lance and back to herself, wincing at how she sounded so out of place in the quiet of the dining room.

"Hey..." Lance replied just as out of place.

"Haven't seen you in a while, since dad left for his trip...how have you been?"

Allura asked, trying to fill the silence.

Their father couldn't take the house after his wife's death, so the day of the funeral he left on a so called 'business trip'. But the Prince and Princess both knew it was just an excuse to leave.

"I've been...fine. As fine as i can be i guess." Lance answered her with as few words as he could.

"H-how about you?" He asked back.

"Good, good." Allura answered nodding her head up and down.

They both stared at each other and groaned at the same time.

"I can feel your awkwardness from here." A man said as he walked into the dining room. He was tall and built bigger than either of the Alteans. He had darker skin like them though. He was wearing a yellow shirt with a green apron on over top, and a tall orange chiefs hate sat on top of his longer brown curls, that matched his deep hazel eyes.

"Hunk!" Lance called out, and shot up from his chair. He ran over to Hunk and hugged him. Hunk happily receiving the hug, hugging ever so much tighter.

"You can think me for his arrival." Allura called from her chair. Smiling at the two boys still glued to one another.

Hunk is the chef of the castle. Which means he's cooks everyone's meal...and when i say everyone i mean EVERYONE.

So Between Hunks busy schedule and Lances Princely duties, the two best friends never have time to see one another. Hunk is also one of the few humans in the palace. The Alteans and the humans made peace a long time ago. And so now they live among each other.

"Thank you Allura..." Lance looks over to his sister with a real smile now.

His sister just smiles back even brighter.