Juniberry Dreams | Lotor X Reader | Voltron Fanfic

Chapter One: An Unlikely Match

i hope you all are doing well <3

i had lots of fun playing around with AI and coming up with native Galra flowers found on planet Daibazaal! I'm hoping to incorporate these into VTLL :)

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Things to keep in mind:

(Y/N) = Your name

Italics are thoughts

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Third Person POV | 10,000+ years ago:

Part 1: Childhood Encounter

Prince Lotor of the Galra Empire was nearly seven-years-old when he first met Princess (Y/N) of planet Altea. He was an only child, and his mother, Empress Honerva, was a barren woman. It was a miracle that she was able to conceive an heir to the Galran Empire. Prince Lotor was half Altean, half Galra.

King Alfor and Emperor Zarkon decided that in order to usher in a new era of peace between their nations, marriage would have to be between their firstborns. The alliance between Altea and Galra would be more solid if there was a royal union. Prince Lotor was engaged to Princess (Y/N) the second it was announced that Queen Melenor was with child.

Prince Lotor was curious and adventurous, even as a child. He would often sneak away from his palace lessons with his nanny, Dayak. He loved to explore the gardens surrounding the royal grounds and look up at the stars and nearby planets.

Earlier in the day, his mother told him that they would be having guests and that he would meet his betrothed for the first time. Lotor did not know what "betrothed" meant, so he shrugged it off and went about exploring. It was during this escapade that he stumbled upon a secluded clearing and saw a young girl coloring under the shade of a towering tree. She was lying on her stomach and singing softly to herself, her feet swinging behind her.

Intrigued by her presence, Lotor approached cautiously, not wanting to startle the young girl. "Hello," he said softly, trying to hide the mischievous spark in his eyes.

The girl looked up, her gaze meeting Lotor's with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. "Hi," she replied, setting her colors aside. "I'm (Y/N). What's your name?"

"I'm Lotor," he answered, a smile tugging at his lips. "What are you coloring?"

(Y/N) held up the book, its pages filled with mythical creatures. "It's a fairytale coloring book with dragons," she smiled. "I love dragons."

Lotor's interest was piqued. "I love stories like that! Do you think dragons are real?"

(Y/N) shook her head, grinning. "Of course, they're not real, silly," she mused. "We would all be dead if dragons were real."

Lotor looked at her skeptically and shrugged. "I guess you're right." Lotor sat down on the ground next to (Y/N) and watched her color.

"How old are you?" (Y/N) asked. She handed him the color purple. "And why are you purple?"

Lotor grabbed the colored crayon and started coloring the background. "I'm almost seven. And I'm purple because I'm the prince."

(Y/N) slowly turned her head to him. "I'm a princess, how come I'm not purple?"

Lotor shrugged. "Maybe it's a color only princes get."

(Y/N) huffed. "My baby brother Andrus is not purple, and he's a prince."