"H-he doesn't know your a prince?" Hunk asked him again, this time much quieter than the last.

"Well, i didn't see a reason to tell him. It's not that important. It's not like he needs to kn-" Lance started but, Hunk interrupted the young prince.

"Yes he does! Your the prince of the kingdom he is currently captive if! If you want to have this so called 'friendship' with him, he needs to know. He opened up to you now you need to open up to him. At least tell him who you are." The cook finished his lecture on the boy and stood from the bed in the middle of the room.

After lunch with Allura, Hunk called for Lance in his room. Lance already knew what to expect when he saw the look Hunk was giving his while he gave them their lunch.

"I know but, when I'm with him i don't have to worry about being a prince. About what he'll think of me. About whether or not he will accept me for royalty, because honestly...honestly i hate it. I hate my title. I hate that everyone has to bow before me and say 'your highness' instead of my name. I want to be Lance. Not 'the first prince of Altea'. I don't want him to treat me differently. Not after i finally got him to open up...not after we got a step closer to each other." As Lance went on, his voice slowly got quieter, if not to prove more of how afraid he was of what he was saying.

Hunk seemed to notice the anxiety in his voice, and decided to lighten the mood, "for a prince you are awfully self conscious of a prisoner..." his voice had a joking tone.

"Oh, shut up! I am not!" Lance told him standing up and walking over to lightly slap him on the arm.

"Well now that your feeling better...I've got to go start dinner." Hunk huger Lance as he started to walk for the door, before he walked out Hunk looked over his shoulder at Lance, "just think about it, it's just a suggestion...do what you think is right. Not what you want to do." Leaving Lance alone in his room. The silence overcome by his racing thoughts.

Lance woke up with sweat running down his face and a terrible headache.

Nightmares were nothing new for Lance. He had the same nightmare for months now. Sometimes multiple times a week. But just because he had been having the same nightmare time and time again, doesn't mean he was used to it. Used to the way his heart pounded when he woke up or the way he felt light headed and could barley breathe.

And just like anytime he has a nightmare, he deals with it the same way.

He got up and started walking down the halls of the castle.

The castle was so peaceful at night, no one was around but a few working servants, and since there was no one around it was so quiet, and sometimes that's exactly what Lance needs. But apparently not now, Lance found himself telling the guards in from of the jail cells to let him pass. He mindlessly walked through the halls till he stood in front of Keith's cell.

Lance found Keith asleep on the floor of his cell.

Lance sighed, though he should have expected this, since it was three AM. Not wanting to wake him, Lance turned around and made his way for the end of the hall, before he could make it there he heard a small but gravely voice.

"Lance?"

Lance turned around to face Keith.

Keith rubbed his eyes clean from sleep and began to stretch...'he's cute when he's asleep' Lance thought...and then immediately turned red.

Realizing Keith was waiting for a reply he gave him just that.

"Heeeeeeyyyyyy, how are you!..." Lance tried to play off the weirdness of Keith waking up to find Lance watching him sleep.

"Tired...What are you doing here?"

"Uhhh, prisoner roll call?" Lance said as Keith rolled his eyes and got up to walk over to the prison bars.

"At three AM?" Keith asked unamused.

Lance sighed, trying to find the words to say.

"Listen, you don't have to tell me it's oka-"

"I had a nightmare..."

"What? Sorry, i didn't hear you." Keith told him, face scrunched in confusion.

"I-i had a nightmare..." Lance told him again a little louder this time.

"A-a nightmare?" Keith asked him.

"Yes i know i sound four years old but they are scary okay!" Lance defended himself.

"I'm not picking on you! I know they can be...i was just surprised...that's all..." Keith told him looking at the ground.

"Why?"

"Well i figured if you had a nightmare or something you'd go to your friends. Like Hunk." Keith told him shrugging while avoiding Lance's eyes.

"Well...i kinda thought we were friends. I mean after that crying session and hugging it out and introducing you to my friend and all that i thought maybe we became friends...oh who am i kidding. Of course we aren't, i mean not even a prisoner would want to be friends with me...I'm so useless, of course you wouldn't want to be friends with m-" Lance began to ramble while his eyes also began to water. Lances knuckles turned white from gripping the cell bars so hard.

"That's not what i meant!" Keith stopped him with a yell, before clearing his throat before trapping Lance's hand on the bar.

"I just meant that i didn't think you trusted me so much. Of course we are friends Lance. I'm honored to be your friend. After you helped me through my break down the other day, i owe you. And keeping me company everyday... though i may not show it much...i really appreciate you. Your the closest thing I've had to family before." As Keith continued him and Lance's hands began to become intertwined together.

"Even though I'm a prisoner you've treated me so nice and you've cared for me when no one else in my life has. And for that I'm grateful." Keith said with his whole heart on his sleeve. Hoping that maybe he could make his point come through to Lance easier that way.

"Looks like we are even huh?" Lance said chuckling while Keith reached his hand to wipe his tears. The other still firmly holding onto Lance's.

"I wish i could hug you again." Lance said taking a glance at Keith's face as he did.

Keith was blushing but that didn't keep him back from responding. "Me too."

'Stupid Hunk and his stupid rules.'

Hey guys lol i said to keep an eye out for another chapter and here it is so soon! :)))))