I make no claims to Voltron. I just like fleshing out the story a bit.
Moonspell -Chapter 2
"NO!" The little girl howled at the sight of the ruined garden. "No, no, no...everything is gone." She had come all this way. Allura spun round to survey the remains of the ruined garden. What had once been a lush courtyard with roses, primly trimmed shrubs and fountains in the memory of the little princess was a stark contrast to the reality that surrounded her. Debris from the surrounding walls that formed the square of the garden buried the roses. Blast marks scarred the remnants of the walls and marked the headless, limbless statues. She looked up above the castle into the starry void, realizing she had not seen the sky in several days. Now she wanted nothing more to go back into that awful room. When she was down there she wouldn't have to be confronted with this. Everything could at least still be beautiful in her dreams.
The shock numbed her. It was a mercy that she had snuck up to the garden via one of her favorite back passages. Had she taken the main hall route, the visage of destruction and death would have devastated her. Of course, she had heard the explosions and felt the rumblings during her time in the tomb. Yet to finally see it...
I must do this. I can make it all better. I just need flowers.
Again, the agony was taking her over. It only grew as she struggled to find any flowers in this place of ruin.
'Coran, old friend. Please...'
Alfor. He would know his friend's voice anywhere. His logical mind told him it was impossible, yet he knew it had awaken him. The lull in the bombardment had lowered the guard of the sleep-deprived adults. Yet, something wasn't right.
'She has gone up...' the voice continued.
The princess. Coran leapt to his feet.
The young princess glanced at the two withered roses in her cupped hands. She closed her hands slightly around her treasure as she turned her face up to the night sky. The fountain was badly damaged, yet it still held a scant amount of water in its lower pool. Allura held out her small hands over the water.
There she was- the moon. The pale Arusian moon peeked down at the princess through thin fingers of clouds. Allura looked down at her reflection. The reflected image gave the impression that the moon was nearly sitting on the princess' shoulder, waiting for her wish.
"Lady moon, I don't have enough flowers to make you a crown. But I read the story about you. I know what you can do. I loved my father very much and..."
Over the past few months she held back tears many times. Brave princess do not cry. Her father always told her to be brave. She had kept that close to her heart when they had sealed his broken body in the crypt. The courtiers surrounding her expected the 9 year old girl to break down. However, here in ruined garden, the little girl poured out her soul to someone she thought could help her.
She could not stop these tears.
"Maybe you could bring him back to me. I don't know any other way to get him back. He HAS to come back." She dropped the roses into the water and sunk to her knees. Sobs began to seize her body. She tucked her knees into her chest under the pink nightgown.
"Bring him back...bring him back!" She bellowed into the night.
At that moment, the young princess gave in to her grief. Grief so strong that it masked the rumble of an approaching enemy battleship.
One level below, the chief minister did hear the sound. He stepped up his pace, tunneling his focus on finding Allura. Finding a small child in a massive, ruined castle should have been a daunting task. Yet, he felt as if he were being led by an unseen hand.
The courtyard garden, almost there.
He found the double doors already opened out into the garden. He strained in to see anything in the darkness. Although, he did not have to strain to hear the cry.
"Allura!", he called into the darkness-the first time he had called her by name.
More rumbling...flashes of light energizing the night clouds.
The clouds slowly thinned, allowing a small trace of moonlight to illuminate the ruin. Coran spotted the young princess, wracked with grief.
What happened next should not have been impossible. Later, Coran himself would not be able to describe what came over him. But the distance between him and the princess rapidly closed. Despite previous injuries to his back sustained during previous attacks, he scooped the frantic princess up with effortless grace. Coran turned back toward the door. He could not feel the ground under his feet but could feel the wind moving past him. Yes, he was heading toward the door. He reached out his free hand as if the motion would get them across that threshold faster. He could hear the explosions again. Then he felt it-not the percussion from an explosion behind him, but an unseen force pulling him even faster into the castle. As they crossed the battered threshold leaving the moonlit garden behind them, the minister and princess fell into a frenzied heap onto the floor.
A blazing light. A solid hit. Debris from one of the towers rained down into the garden. Only a few moments later, they would have been buried.
A volley of laser fire from the remaining castle defenses followed the explosion. From the subsequent silence, the canons had managed to drive the ship away.
The white hot fury of Allura's grief was cooling into a soft ember. She looked over at the man she once considered her nemesis. He was now her hero.
"Thank you, Chief Minister. I am so sorry to put you in danger like that. The spell probably won't work anyway."
The politician reached over and helped the princess to sit upright. "You are very welcome. You know, there aren't many of us left. I do not have anyone left here on Arus anymore. And you too... ."
He did not want to elaborate any more on his last statement than he had to. Instead, he squeezed the girl's hand. "We will have to be each other's family for now on. Just call me Coran. Is that alright?"
"Yes", she replied softly. "You may call me Princess Allura if you like."
Coran smiled. "Of course, your highness. Now, let's get back down to our 'hideout' before that ship comes back with some of his friends."
The princess gave the minister a slight smirk. She took his outstretched hand and followed her new hero back down into the castle depths.