Making peace-klance

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Third person pov.

the castle was quiet. Not a single sound could be heard. Not a single person spoke. There was this energy that made everyone feel hopeless. A tyrant like Lotor to become king. his marriage to prince Lance was in a few days. a pinch who fell in love with a guard. It was suppose to be the perfect fling. a little thing that could make them happy before they go back to reality. A dream world. now they both pay the price for wanting to be happy.

Keith was half dead, his blood everywhere as guards who used to respect him beat him.

Lance was horrified, never ever having to do something royal in his life, and he does something just because his royalty. The responsible that no one ever gave him was now on his shoulders. to end an ever lasting war.

these two were faced was two choices. One face reality, or two try for that dream again. So they did.

Keith got up and ran. Not knowing where he ran. "WHAT?!?" Zarkon yelled. he did not know of what Lotor have been doing. "Call for Lotor, Lance and Keith." Zarkon said leaning back into his chair. Keith, Lance and Lotor were all brought to zarkon.

"Hello fath-" zarkon cut Lotor off was a simply wave of the hand.

"why did you beat Keith?" zarkon said. he was not exactly a fan of Keith's but Keith was his lovers son. someone he loved more than anything, and someone who had died a few months before. Keith was all he had left of her.

"I had found out prince Lance and head guard Keith had been in a relationship when I was away. I was not going to stand for that." Lotor said proudly standing still, even if he was scared, he didn't show it. zarkon just sighed.

"do you both love this Altean?" The question threw both Keith and Lotor off. they both were caught by surprise.

"yes." Keith said looking to zarkon as Keith held his bloody arm. "I do love Lance."

"As do I!" Lotor said stepping forward.

"Then so be it. fight to the death. or fight until you can not. we made a peace treaty. I will have it done out. I do not want more of my people to suffer." zarkon said. That struck a match in Lance for some odd reason. his blood started boiling and he started yelling.

"YOUR PEOPLE HAVE SUFFERED! ALTEA LOST ONE THIRD OF OUR POPULATION WITH MEN, WOMEN, AND CHILD DYING. SOME WEREN'T EVEN SOLDIERS! JUST BECAUSE THEY WERE ALTEAN THEY GOT KILLED." Everyone in the room jumped. No one have ever seen Lance that angry. His face was livid, fist clenched, almost having stream come out of his ears. "MY FATHER DIED SAVING A CHILD! A GALRA CHILD!!!" Lance screamed. His scream echoed through the entire castle. Zarkon stood up.

"SILENCE!" He yelled. Zarkon walked down from his thrown towards Lance. Keith looked between Lance and zarkon. Lance was going to be killed. He knew it. Keith hobbled over in front of Lance.

"don't hurt Lance." Keith said, barely able to stand. Zarkon stood, towering over Keith. Only a few steps in front of him.

"I will not. I want to hear the story. And I want to know it by heart." Keith could see some tears in zarkon's eyes. Was lance's father really that important?

"what about the fight?! Isn't this Marriage going to happen or what?!" Lotor raising his voice. Zarkon turned to Lotor, his frown re-appearing.

"Prince Lotor. a fight will happen. just not the one you will hope for if you speak out of line one more time." Lotor gulped, fear spreading across his face. "Go to your chambers and don't come out until I say!" zarkon pointed to the exit. Lotor walked over, opening then closing the door. Now it was just zarkon, Keith and Lance.

Au//hia! Sorry it took so long, depression is a bitch that is eating me alive. So yay fun. I hope you like! Bia!