Allura POV
Lotor? she thought. That can't be right. She huffed but let herself smile as she put on her paladin armor. But it doesn't stop my heart from jumping.
The Aiereians were a very interesting people. They didn't do anything unless if it could be considered an act of love. She found that interesting. She laughed to herself as she finished her suit.
"What's so funny?" he said behind her. She blushed, sighing in exasperation. She turned around, about ready to flick one of his long, purple ears.
"That you think we'll enjoy this," she said. "I hate you, you know."
"I know." He was leaning on the doorway, arms and ankles crossed. Her seemed smug, an awful smile playing on his lips.
"Then why are you smiling?" she asked, arching an eyebrow. He was definitely . . . attractive. Interesting. But that didn't mean that she had to enjoy this little mission. With him.
"No reason, princess." There was a reason. She could tell, and it grated at her. "But I think you might enjoy what the Aiereians have planned for each pair."
Oh, no. "What have they planned for us?" she asked slowly. She crossed her arms and tilted her head.
He stood up straight and grinned, walking over to her. "We've been put in charge of the ball they're hosting in our favor. So we have to have the first dance."
That shocked her. "What?" she yelped.