My Prince (Original)

The Witch Haggar

 "Prince Lotor," Haggar spoke entering the control room where Lotor and his generals wait for her.

"Haggar," Lotor spat and walked to her. He looked calm and composed but on the inside he was angry and sorrowful. The man he saved from shattering into millions of pieces. The man he fell in love with could die. No! He cannot think of that now. He needs to save Lance.

"I will take you to him," Lotor said and Haggar nodded following Lotor to the infirmary.

Lotor walked into the room and saw Lance laying there without his arm. It pained Lotor to see him like this.

"I will call the other druids," Haggar said and Lotor nodded and took one last look at Lance before leaving the room. He got as far away from the sudden screams of Lance. He slammed his back against the wall and fell to the floor.

Lotor had hoped Lance would not be angry with him. Lotor made the decision to take his arm and give him a new and better one. Although he has no idea if Lance will be angry or he would be happy, or at least glad that he would have an arm. It concerned Lotor.

Lotor sat against the wall listening to Lance's screams until they stopped. He stood up and ran a hand through his hair sighing. Lotor walked back to the infirmary and looked to see the druids around Lance. Haggar looked up to Lotor and began.

"It was successful, but we had to put quintessence because it was too much for him. He will be fine after he has healed. The arm is made of strong metal and could go through anything. It's technology can be improved to however he or you want. I assume he is a new general?" Haggar sneered at Lotor. "Yes." He said simply.

"I must go Prince Lotor. I have other emergencies," Haggar spoke and left with her other druids. Lotor glared as she left but soon his features softened when he looked back at Lance. He had beads of sweat over his forehead and back. Lotor noticed the new arm.

The large piece of metal had glowing purple, which Lotor assumed was quintessence. It traveled through his veins on his neck and his back. All of his veins on his body were glowing purple. It worried Lotor because how did he know what could happen to Lance? What if it hurts him later?

Lotor pushed those thoughts away and Lance stirred awake. Lance opened his eyes and tried sitting up but groaned in pain. Lance felt different. Strong. Powerful. New. He looked over his body and saw his veins glowing purple and his arm. He gasped.

"Lance..." Lotor said getting his attention. "W-what happened?" Lance said with fear in his eyes. "When you were shot in your shoulder, the damage was too much. They had to amputate your arm. I called Haggar so she could give you an arm. I am sorry." Lotor said softly.

Lance looked back down at his arm and frowned. "Hey, at least I have an arm. Thanks to you," Lance said and tried getting up but failed and fell into Lotor's arms. "You did what you had to do and I understand," Lance said and Lotor smiled and pressed his lips against his. "Alright I am going to give you something to drink to ease the pain and take you into my bedroom for you to rest and heal," Lotor said and Lance giggled.

"You're moving fast," Lance teased and Lotor rolled his eyes then suddenly grabbed Lance's hip pulling him closer and put his lips to Lance's ear and whispered, "I can go faster if you'd like," Lotor said and Lance's face flushed with embarrassment. Lotor roared with laughter and Lance couldn't help but laugh with him.

He felt happy. Lance felt like this is where he could belong. Lotor treated him like he was important. Lance would do anything for Lotor.

"Alright lets go," Lotor laughed and walked with Lance into his bedroom. Lance gaped at the large room.