ZarkonxOC
Ten thousand years before the show
"The green lion is complete."
A deep chuckle resonated from the taller being. "Wrong, Alfor. Voltron is complete."
"Well, she still needs a paladin, Zarkon." Alfor laughed heartily, patting the newly created lion's paw. "Well, I've been away from my wife and daughter much too long. Allura will certainly toss me into an exploding star if I keep her waiting."
Zarkon laughed as well. "She is just like her mother." He mused, following Alfor out of the hangar.
Both looked up as the doors opened and two girls rushed in.
"Allura, you must slow down or you'll trip on your dress and I will laugh!" The older Altean girl laughed as she rushed after Allura.
Allura didn't listen. "Father!" She shouted, tossing her arms around him. The king laughed and returned the embrace. "Mother and I are so tired of waiting for you to come eat every night!" The princess pouted up at Alfor.
Alfor smiled and pet her hair. "Sorry, darling. I was just on my way back now."
"Sure you were."
"I was, my little queen!" Alfor grinned and kissed her forehead. Allura giggled.
"I'm not a child anymore, father."
"Sure you're not, Allura."
The other Altean giggled, then tugged the princess back to her. "How dare you insinuate my young one is not mature, Alfor!" She gasped in mock offence, squeezing the princess against herself. "Come, Allura! We must go to where the good people are!"
"I'm good! Amatha, return with my daughter at once! I swear, I'm good!" Alfor yelped, jogging after them.
Zarkon stayed behind, a little taken aback and flustered. "Amatha... Huh..."
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Zarkon walked through the dark halls that normally bustled with activity. Since he was Galran, his eye sight was better in the dark than most other races.
With this eyesight, he was able to catch the flitter of violet hair turn a corner up ahead. Zarkon grabbed his bayard and dashed forward. He skidded to a halt as door to the green lion's hangar slid open.
There was that beautiful Altean, staring wide eyed into the hangar. Her fingers curled into the skirt of her dress, then she stepped forward. Zarkon trotted after her, tucking his bayard away.
She paused, looking up at the lion.
"What are you doing out here?"
She yelped and jumped, then swiveled around to face him. She sighed and relaxed. "Zarkon. It's just you." He chuckled and slowly approached her. "Sorry, I just... I had seen her earlier, and I wanted to get a better look." She looked over her shoulder to the metallic lion. "She's so pretty. A beautiful combination of science and magic and technology. So fantastical."
Zarkon hummed, coming to a stop beside her as she fully turned to look up at the lion. "What's your name?"
"Amatha." She hummed, smoothing down her skirt. "I thought you'd know?"
"I'm not very attentive."
Amatha giggled. "I noticed." Zarkon smiled. He liked the peace the she brought over him. "Has she chosen a paladin, yet?"
Zarkon shook his head. "She was only just brought to life today. Of course she hasn't."
"Right. Silly me."
