Long Naps (klancelot) (bxb)

Chapter 11

^^"Lotor is like an onion. Wait, don't meme that." ~some Voltron panel person, probably
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Lotor was pleased that no innocent lives were lost in the battle. A Galra cruiser had landed a hit on Voltron's castle ship and they retreated, so it could even be counted as a victory for the empire.

Haggar, however, was not very happy with the outcome. She wanted a Lion. Lotor had convinced her to settle for a paladin, but she didn't get that either. She grumbled swears under her breath when the castle got away.

If Lotor was honest with himself, he was also a little disappointed. He really wanted Lance. Maybe he could get him back by saying that he needs a replacement slave for Sam. He'd have to track down Lance and convince Keith to let him go. Hmm, maybe not. Lotor didn't want Lance as a slave. He wanted him as an equal and a lover. Lance was so wonderful and so beautiful. Maybe he should kidnap him.

He sighed and leaned on his arm as he slouched in his throne. Haggar coughed at him. Lotor snapped out of his day dream and sat straight again. Generals and commanders were coming in and out of the throne room still. He had to remain conscious of his posture and appearance. Especially after that little incident at the tavern.

Thinking about the tavern, where were Rytak, Xor, and Lex? He hadn't seen them since that night. Lotor leaned over to Haggar and asked about them.

"They're dead," Haggar responded. "They were a witness to your insolence and irresponsibility and therefore a threat to the empire."

Lotor's eye twitched. "Oh," he said. He couldn't show how upset he was. He knew that Haggar purposely told him in a place where he was to conceal his emotions. At least she didn't get Lance , he thought. Maybe she only agreed to accept a paladin so that she could kill him, too. He didn't want Lance to die. Maybe it's a good thing the little Altean wasn't here.

"Sire!" one of Lotor's least favorite generals shouted. Lotor hated the way his mouth opened when he talked. Why couldn't've he been killed? "There is an unidentified person onboard!"

Lotor rolled his eyes. "Bring them in," he droned, gesturing at the floor before him. He heard strange sounds of choking in the hall before he saw the source of them. A wounded figure was thrown at his feet. With horror Lotor realized that the bloodied thing was Lance. He was bleeding profusely from a head wound and there was blood in his mouth. He needed immediate medical attention.

"What happened?" Lotor commanded. It took every fiber of his conscious not to rush to Lance.

"He flew in through the airlock, my lord. I think he's with Voltron."

With every twitch of Lance's body, Lotor's heart skipped another beat. "Mother," he whispered. She narrowed her eyes. She knew he wanted something. "Can we keep him? Please? He needs us." He was freaking out on he inside. The most beautiful specimen other than himself that he had ever encountered was bleeding to death at his feet, but he had to keep face. "He's Altean," he sang.

Haggar scoffed, but her eyes gave a little glint, and Lotor knew that he had won her over. "Take him to medical room three," she commanded. Several guards grabbed Lance, whose head lolled lifelessly to the side, and carried him out of the throne room. Lotor's stomach dropped when he saw how much blood was left on the floor.

He followed Haggar to medical room three.

Lance was getting blood everywhere. He was trying to gasp, but instead coughing up blood. Instead of a steady rise and fall, his chest jerked around like an animal caught in a trap.