Shattered
By Shannon (AKA KittyShan, LancesKitten)
Originally Published 10/20/2015
Disclaimers: Voltron and all associated characters are owned and copyrighted by WEP. Original/new characters belong to the author.
Be Advised - This chapter contains violence, foul language
Rating: M Violence, Sexual Situations
Epilogue
It was the first time in a week that Lotor had ventured from his rooms. He had been humiliated by that damned space explorer, and worse, by that harlot. He had been made a laughing stock among his men and had sworn his vengeance. One day he would slit both their throats and watch them bleed out.
But, today, his father had ordered him to the throne room for the evening meal. He could still hear the old man's voice.
"No more skulking about, Lotor, my boy. The sooner you return to a normal routine, the sooner everyone will forget your latest blunder."
So he had bathed and dressed in his finest uniform. He strapped on his scabbard and placed his sword at his hip before taking one last look at himself in the mirror and admired his visage.
He looked at the time and sighed. He'd better hurry or he'd never hear the end of it from his father.
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"There you are," Zarkon bellowed as Lotor entered the nearly empty throne room. "It's about time!"
"Where is everyone?" Lotor looked around in confusion.
"Do you really think I would want to dine with a fool like you in front of my entire army?"
Lotor eyed his father suspiciously. "You demanded I join you for dinner, Father."
"I did." Zarkon met Lotor's glare and laughed. "You might be a buffoon, but you are still my son."
Lotor strode up the stairs and seated himself across the royal dining table from his father. He had no more than placed his napkin across his lap when he heard a cackling voice come from behind.
"Well, look who it is! Lover-boy!"
"I don't need your commentary, hag."
Hagar simply laughed, the sound like nails on a chalkboard.
"Now, now," Zarkon cut in. "Both of you sit down and shut up."
"Of course, Sire," Hagar took her seat to Zarkon's right. "I was just excited to see that Prince Lotor had decided to join us this evening. I've missed his witty humor."
Lotor kept any comments to himself as slaves scurried about placing food on their plates and filling their glasses with wine. The meal continued on in silence for quite some time before the King of Doom spoke up.
"So, what do you have to say for yourself?"
"Hagar's magic failed me once more, Father!" Lotor cried out. "She assured me that the space explorer had no memory."
Hagar sputtered, but for once, she didn't have to defend herself.
"Your problem wasn't that damned space explorer, Lotor!" Zarkon shouted. "Your problem is your obsession with women, especially that Arussian Princess."
"Leave Princess Allura out of this, Father." Lotor's tone had become angry. "She will be my bride."
Zarkon made a derisive noise that sound a lot like a snort. "That other girl, the one from Pollux, she looked just like her, and you just couldn't help yourself, could you? You had to show her off like some damned trophy."
"I wasn't showing her off-"
"Well, whatever it was you were doing, I hope she was worth it."
When Lotor refused to meet his glare and remained silent, Zarkon looked stunned.
"Lotor, don't tell me, you didn't even have your way with her."
Hagar just couldn't help herself. "I thought you said she was your "lover," My Prince. I thought she had agreed to become your Royal Concubine."
Lotor turned his glare onto the old hag and for just a moment, she actually felt a little fear. But it was only a little bit of fear, and it faded quickly.
"Shut up, you old bag!"
Lotor's ire filled Hagar with absolute glee! "I'm sorry, my Prince, I was just thinking how I never had the chance to ask her what happens to a woman when you tire of her games."
"I was trying to encourage her to give herself over willingly!"
"Lotor, you damned fool." Zarkon shook his head. "How many times have I told you, when you want a human woman, you just hold her down and take her. They are like animals. They're too stupid to understand anything else. Just hold her still and screw her."
Lotor's temper got the best of him. "Like you did to my mother?"
"That's exactly what I did to her, boy."
The Prince of Doom stood and stared his father down. "My mother was a Queen on her own world."
"And a whore on mine." Zarkon replied without missing a beat. "You are my son and it's time you started acting like it."
The Prince of Doom felt an all-consuming fury burning through his bones. Knocking his chair aside, he turned on his heel and stalked away. One day soon, the old man wouldn't be watching, and Lotor would put a knife right in his back. When he reached the door, he turned to give his father and the old witch a nasty glare.
"I may be your son," Lotor muttered under his breath. "But I will never be a monster like you."
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Zarkon watched as his son stormed out of the room. 'It's always the same with that boy. 'Blah, blah, little pink princess, blah.' It has to end.'
"I grow tired of his constant blabbering over that girl."
"I seem to remember you being much the same way when it came to his mother, Zarkon." Hagar watched the old king as he mulled things over.
"I was," he began, "but I never let my desires for any woman get in the way of my greater plans."
"Of course, Sire."
"I could just kill the girl and get it over with."
"You could."
"But then I don't think that boy would ever shut up. He needs to get his lust for her out of his system."
Hagar's scratchy voice sounded thoughtful. "I can help him to capture his prize that way he can do as he pleases with her and get it out of his system, as you say."
Zarkon looked over at the crone. "I hear a 'but' coming, Hagar."
"He is half human, Zarkon." Hagar chose her words carefully. "Perhaps he has more of his mother's spirit in him than suits you."
"Spit it out, what are you trying to say, Witch?"
"Maybe, Prince Lotor really does love the Princess Allura."
King Zarkon sat quietly and thought about his son's behavior. He took his time, chewing on a turkey leg while he left Hagar to wait until he was good and ready to continue the conversation. When he finished eating, he dropped the bone onto his plate.
"You may be right, Hagar. But I will not allow my son to run about the galaxy making a fool out of me at every turn just because of some pretty face. So how do we get rid of that worthless girl?"
End