Disclaimer: Voltron and its characters are owned by WEP. I make no claim to them. Other characters and the story belong to me.
I hope no one hates the back story I have created. I wanted a completely different feel and a completely different take. It sets up some really interesting possibilities.
Rated M for some sexual stuff. Nothing explicit.
Enjoy!
Chapter 14: Secrets
Allura was just stepping out of the shower. She had had just enough time to scurry to her room and rinse off. She had managed to avoid seeing anyone on her way back from Keith's office. Nanny was nowhere to be found, so she thought she was safe. She dried off and pulled the towel around her, daydreaming of the amazing night she and Keith had had.
He was amazing. After his declaration of love, Keith and Allura had spent hours just kissing and snuggling on the couch. Though she tried to push him, he wouldn't let her get farther than taking his shirt off. Though he touched and explored her all over, it was always through her satin gown. She shuddered at the thought of his hands gliding over the thin, slippery material. She knew he wanted her. She could see it in his face, see it in the way his body responded to her. She doubted he would act on it. Not in any unofficial way, not without marriage. He would never compromise her virtue.
Allura made a face. She knew it was because he thought she was a virgin, pure and untainted, untouched by any man. But Allura had a secret; a secret she kept from almost everyone: Koran, Nanny, even Romelle. Her virtue was already compromised; her virginity gone. She let her mind wander back ten years as she pulled her hair into a bun and got ready for practice.
Allura had thought she was in love once. With a boy, the son of one of her guards. He would often be around when the Royal family was hiding in the caves. He was two years older, 16 to her 14. They became close, spending a lot of time together. He was her school mate, and her playmate, and eventually her first crush. He convinced her to kiss him, and then she let him touch her. One afternoon, while they were hiding in the caves during a Planet Doom attack, they clung to each other in terror. He kissed her to calm her fears, and then one thing led to another. He did not force her; she allowed it to happen, thinking they would probably die that night. They survived, and the next day, he was killed by a Drule fighter during a scouting mission. She was heartbroken and overcome with grief. She was guilt-ridden at what she had allowed to happen.
She went to Dr. Gorma privately and confessed. He held her and calmed her tears. He examined her to make sure she was healthy and gave her medication to prevent a possible pregnancy. He also promised her, on the soul of King Alfor, that he would never reveal her secret. These were impossible situations in an impossible time, he had said. He understood that mistakes could be made and judgments compromised.
She sighed, thinking about that long-forgotten boy who had taken something that she could never get back. She knew that Keith thought she was the virtuous Princess. Would he care that she was not? Would she have to admit to Koran and Nanny what had happened on that terrible night, years ago?
She had never wanted to get that close to anyone since then, not until Keith. Her abdomen flamed with longing. What would it be like with him? Maybe if she admitted her secret, she wouldn't have to wait until they married.
"Allura!" Nanny shouted as she entered her room to find the princess ready for Lion Practice. "Just because you have the blessing of Koran to see the Commander does not mean you have permission to spend the night…"
"Nothing happened!" Allura stated vehemently. "Nothing inappropriate. I am late for Lion Practice. I must go." She turned on her heel and stopped. "And Nanny," she growled. "I am an adult. It is not your or anyone else's business what the Commander and I do or do not do." She looked at her governess with a regal disdain, a glimpse of the queen that she would become. "Do I make myself clear?" She stalked out of the room.
Nanny stood and stared after her. She called Koran on the communications panel next to her door, "Koran," she called. "We have a problem."