Allura wanted to escape Lotor. She didn't want to do anything she'd regret. Lotor knew how to manipulate, she had to remember that. She had to get ready for the ball as well. She groaned at that. When they got into their room, she tapped the prince.
"Lotor, I'm going to change, alright?" she said rather quickly. He nods, stepping out of her way. She was a little nervous about the ball, about being at Lotor's side the whole time. But if you're friends, it shouldn't matter, a voice told her.
Shut up.
"Go ahead," he said, seeming polite. He had a suit in hand, and she almost turned a different color again, a thought of him in something fancier than usual. She swallowed. She sighed and grabbed her dress, walking into the bathroom.
Lotor POV
Lotor sighed. She was acting more and more strangely. Why didn't she just tell him that she was uncomfortable around him? He would have requested to stay behind like he should have and Shiro and Allura could have gotten that bonding they deserved. "Why can't someone just . . . ?" He didn't know how to finish that sentence. He was just confused. He wanted something that was far different than what he ever wanted before—and she was that damn center.
He waited until she was in the bathroom securely, then dressed quickly. The design was completely foreign to him. Earthen? He didn't know. He just donned it without any more thought.
Once it was on, he looked at his reflection. It got his physique perfectly, but his hair was too long to be loose. He found at the bottom of his clothes pile a small hair band. He tied back his hair in a long braid, smoothing out the wrinkles. "This is ridiculous," he muttered. "She's going to laugh at me."
He heard the bathroom lock click open, and he turns, hands behind his back. As he saw her emerge, he swallowed all his fear. His eyes widen and cheeks warm. He tucked the loose strand of hair behind his ear and stood straight.
Her dress was a light pink, lavender swirls dancing up like a plant stalk on her skirt to her bodice. The dress was fairly poofy, the sleeves nonexistent. Her hair was curling naturally, her outfit spectacular.
Allura POV
When she came out, she got and felt a different reaction than she was expecting. She was just smoothing out her dress and readjusting her loose curls that she hadn't gotten to style yet. Then she had to look up.
Lotor, in all his glory, was wearing a purple suit with a gray waistcoat. It seemed like something designed to be from an old era on Earth. His hair was braided back and the loose strand that was usually in his face was tucked into his ear. She swallowed and tried to work up the courage to ask him to do her hair.
"Lotor?" she mumbled.
"Yes?" he whispered back. Is he . . . shy? She smiled at the thought.
She took his hand. "I need your help."