At the Castle on Planet Arus, the Voltron Force was outside practicing martial arts under Sabin's instructions. Lance had declined to join them, instead lying out by the lake watching the clouds go by.

"Hey, let's take a break," Sabin offered after a couple hours. He could see Nanny in the distance running toward them, screaming about how a princess should act. Even he, having been through war and life on one of Zarkon's slave planets, did not want to deal with the ferocious Nanny.

Sabin sat next to Lance. "How's it going?" he asked lightly.

Lance shrugged. "Fine, I guess. Considering this week I learned that my mother is alive, my dad was a king, and I'm part monster, I guess I can't complain."

Sabin snorted. "First of all, alive is good. Second of all, I'll come back to the king thing. But lastly, you're not a monster. Do you consider your mom a monster?"

Lance shook his head. "Didn't think so. You're more human than anything else, anyway."

Lance took a few seconds to drink it in. "Well, what about the second thing?"

Sabin looked at him quizzically for a second. "Huh? Oh, oh yeah. That. Edgar and I were twins, right? He was ten minutes older than I was. Dad didn't think it was fair that the succession should be based on ten minutes. So he had planned to have us split the kingdom, instead of just one of us inheriting it. Anyway, Dad died when Edgar and I were 17. I was furious with everyone- everyone! All they cared about was the succession. No one seemed to care that Dad was dead."

Sabin took a second to let Lance process the information. "Anyway," he continued, "Edgar was just as furious, but he had much better control of his temper than I did. But neither of us was really ready to take over. We were much too young. Maybe, together, it would have been fine. But it was too much for just one of us to do. So, I tried to convince Edgar to leave with me. But he realized we couldn't abandon everything Dad had worked so hard to build. We had a contest- we flipped a coin. If it came up heads, I would win, and would get my freedom. If it came up tails, Edgar would win, and he would have his freedom."

Lance's face lit with understanding. "That two-headed coin?" he asked. Sabin nodded.

"Your dad was a very generous person. He never ran from responsibility. Unfortunately, you have that trait too. You've got my temper though. However, it seems to me you inherited a lot of your dad's personality. You're more ready for this than you think. You can handle it, kid."

"Everyone keeps talking about Papa like he's this amazing, perfect person. How am I supposed to live up to that?" Lance asked.

Sabin sighed. "Edgar was far from perfect. He really was a letch. He flirted with every woman he ever met. It took your mother to finally calm him down. Besides, he never learned one very important thing, and his life may not have been as fulfilling as it could have been."

"What was that?" Lance asked.

"He was always taking care of everyone else. He never really learned to take care of himself. Now come on. Let me show you some awesome Blitzes!" Sabin stood up and offered a hand to Lance. They headed back toward the field, where Nanny was still scolding the princess.

"And you!" she yelled, pointing a finger into Sabin's chest. "You should know better! You're a prince yourself! You should know how to treat a princess!"

Sabin laughed. "I guess I missed that day in Prince School!" he joked.

Nanny began to glow red with anger. "Why, I never!"

Fortunately for Sabin, she was interrupted by Terra and Koran running to the group.

"Princess Allura, we have some important information for you," Koran said in an official manner. "Due to the state of the Kingdom of Figaro, we feel it is inappropriate for the people to return there to live. There is a piece of land in the south that is large enough for the people to live. Lady Terra and her people have agreed to stay on Arus, as a semi-autonomous state."

"You're staying?!" Allura cried excitedly. Lance's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't believe it. Everything was perfect. Everything was right.

He pulled Allura off her feet and twirled her around. When she landed, he dropped to his knee.

"Allura, this is wonderful! Allura, I love you so much. Will you marry—aw, no, no, no!"

"What's wrong?" Allura asked, feeling very nervous.

"I don't have a ring."

"Here," Terra said, as she peeled off her ring and tossed it to her son.

Lance caught the ring, and placed it on Allura's finger. "Allura, will you marry me?"

Allura smiled, tears welling up in her eyes. "Of course. Yes."

BREAK

Lance and Allura had decided on a short engagement- just a few weeks. Lance's adoptive parents, the McClains, had flown in from Earth to attend. On the wedding day, Allura searched frantically for Lance.

"There you are!" she cried when she finally found him, his mother straightening his tie, and his laughing at the scene.

"Hey! I'm not supposed to see you!" Lance protested. Allura looked at him quizzically. "It's an Earth tradition- the groom can't see the bride the day of the wedding before the ceremony," he explained.

Allura rolled her eyes. "Good thing you're from Figaro, then. Come on, I have a surprise! For all of you!"

She pulled Lance to a small labyrinth beneath the castle, his mother and uncle following.

"What is all this?" Terra asked, unsure of what was happening. Allura smiled sweetly and led them to a small altar.

"I was talking to my father, King Alfor, today. He arranged a small get together for you all."

The mist over the altar began to form into a human-like shape.

"Edgar!" Terra cried, immediately recognizing her deceased husband.

"Dad?" Lance asked in shock. "Wha- how?" he asked, turning to Allura.

"I told you, my father set it up for you," she giggled.

"Lance, my boy!" Edgar cried cheerfully. "I never thought I'd live to see the day… Oh, right. Anyway… Congratulations, my boy. I'm very proud of what you've become. You've made your Old Man quite proud."

Lance smiled. "Dad…"

"On a side note, you should probably watch out for assassination. It seems to strike down a number of the men in our family at a young age," Edgar joked. Lance rolled his eyes. "Got your mother's sense of humor then, eh?"

"Edgar!" Terra scolded. He looked up at her, catching her eyes. "Be nice! It's his wedding day!"

Edgar smirked. "My Love, you can't hurt me right now. But I'll be waiting for you. And Brother, thank you, for taking care of my dear wife."

With that, he faded away into the mist.

"Edgar!" Terra cried yet again, watching her husband leave her again. Tears brimmed in her eyes. She turned to Allura. "Thank you, Princess. This is the best gift I could ever imagine."

Lance wrapped Allura in his arms and held her tight. "Thank you, my Princess."

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Koran gave Allura away at the ceremony, in the Earth tradition that Lance insisted upon. Keith, as Commander of the Voltron Force, performed the ceremony. It was short and sweet. Allura and Keith both almost broke out in tears when she caught his eye as he read the vows.

Keith smiled as he pronounced them man and wife. Lance kissed Allura, then grinned mischievously. His eyes darted back and forth from Allura and the guests.

Nanny screamed in disgust at the end. But Terra and Sabin laughed. "There goes Edgar's boy."

Lance had picked Allura up, slung her over his shoulder, and ran out of the church.