My Prince (Original)

Who are you?

Lance woke up in his small bed with burning eyes. "Probably from crying myself to sleep," Lance spoke, his voice rough.

The tan male got up, got dressed and headed to the training room. He woke this early to avoid the rest of the team and could train by himself. But, this time someone else was awake. Keith.

Lance stood at the doorway watching Keith fight the bot on level 13.

The bot and Keith clanged their swords together and fought for dominance, but the bot kicked Keith in the stomach surprising him and he had the wind knocked out of him. 

"End training sequence!" Keith shouted trying to catch his breath, but only succeeded with wheezing.

Lance walks to the center and Keith looked up noticing Lance.

"What're you doing here?" Keith asks sneering.

Lance rolled his eyes, "Training," Lance smirked when he heard Keith snicker something under his breath.

"Start training warm-up!" Lance shouted getting his blaster ready. The bot came from the floor and went to Lance slowly. Lance tried to move his body as much as he could to get warmed up faster.

"Continue level 18!" Lance shouted surprising Keith.

The bot came from the floor behind Lance, summoning a new weapon. A staff. The bot sprinted towards Lance ready to strike him.

As the bot charged at Lance he slid his bayard across the floor past the bot. Just as the bot lifted its staff to strike Lance, he slides under the bot grabbing his bayard and shooting the bot right in the head with no hesitation.

"Level 18 complete." The voice says. Lance stands up panting, catching his breath.

"Begin level 19!" Lance shouted.

"Level 19 complete."

"Begin level 20!"

"Level 20 complete."

"End training sequence!" Lance yelled retracting his bayard. He met eyes with Keith who looked surprised. Keith ran after Lance.

"When did you get so good? You're useless still, It doesn't matter how hard you work or how good you get. You will still be useless to the team." Keith taunts Lance. Lance feels a sharp pain in his chest but chooses to ignore Keith.

Lance goes into the bathroom, stripping all of his clothes without caring that Keith is there and stepping in the shower. Lance cleans his body quick and gets out of the shower wrapping a towel around his waist.

As Lance walks down the halls the feeling of someone watching him returns. Lance tries to ignore it, but the pair of eyes burn into him. Although, it doesn't really scare him. It sort of gives off a 'don't be afraid' vibe.

Lance gets dressed and heads to the dining room but stops hearing his name.

"We should just choose a new pilot, and get rid of Lance." A voice says.

"I'm glad Lance finally realized that he isn't funny, nor do his flirty gestures work on anybody."

   Lance felt his heart clench and turn around running to his room choking back on sobs. As soon as Lance entered his room he fell hard against his door and tears flowed out of his eyes.

He chokes on his sobs and feels betrayed. Lance began feeling a presence in his room. It was dark in his room but there was a faint figure. He felt hands cup his face.

"I hate the way they treat you." a smooth voice told Lance sending shivers down his spine.

"They treat you like no friend or teammate. They failed to notice you changed so much. Sadly, enough I know that pain. I understand you," the silky voice told him.

Even though this was a stranger, Lance didn't feel frightened, the man provided comfort.

"W-who are you?" Lance managed to get out.

"My name is Lotor." the male said in his ear making the hairs stand on Lance's body. 

Lotor helps Lance in his arms. He had hoped it would make Lance feel better.

"I'm sorry you have to deal with these feelings, and those teammates," Lotor said in Lance's ear attempting to calm Lance down.

"I have a proposal. Your team is going to end up betraying you and continue to treat you as if you are nothing. Well, if you were to join me you will have a purpose, you will be treated like a teammate, you will be loved."

The smooth voice already convinced him. Tears stopped coming from Lance's eyes. That's all Lance really wanted, to be part of a team who loved him for who he is.

Lance suddenly felt lips against his surprising him, but he didn't pull away. He felt safe. The lips moved against his and Lance also moved his lips. Even though this person was a stranger, Lotor provided comfort no one else could.

Lotor pulled away still cupping Lances face. Staring right through him, understanding how Lance feels.

"When I return we can discuss more, and maybe soon you can leave the Castle of Lions and join me on my ship. Although, not right now I want you to stay here for a little, not long I promise."

"Okay." Lance smiled, the first time in a long time. A genuine smile.

Lotor let go of Lance's face and left the room.

Lance felt good for the first time in a while. He was happy to be leaving with Lotor when he returns, but some other part of him felt bad for the rest of the team. He knows he shouldn't but Hunk; his best friend that knows everything about him.

'This is worth it. I will be happy even if it does mean leaving the people I love who don't even love me back.' Lance silently agreed with himself.

Lance's face flushes with embarrassment realizing that Lotor had kissed him! Lance tried to come up with ways why Lotor would kiss him.

"Ah, but those lips were so soft. His voice was so seductive and smooth. Arggggh I think I'm falling in love with a person I just met!! Would this be love at first sight? No wait, I didn't even see him, it was so dark. I'll see him next time.' Lance smiled and walked into the dining room.

Same thing every day, Lance just eating by himself while everyone else was talking with each other. But, Lance didn't feel alone as much. He knew Lotor would see him again.

Lotor would see him again.