I'm not his servant, I'm his lover

II - You're the what?

As the stranger held the fading boy in his arms, he was taken aback by how light the paladin was. "Narti, could you do some research on reasons why humans would lose weight? I haven't held to many humans, but he just doesn't feel right..." despite not getting any acknowledgement from his general, he knew that his blind friend would do it. And within seconds he had many articles stating that the most common form of weight loss is through not eating and illness. That's strange, he had seen the paladin running down the hall, so he clearly wasn't sick, and that left starvation, but now there was a new question, why?

As the alien decided it was best to get off the ship, in case the paladins went searching for their friend, he called up his strongest general to fly a pod into the hanger down the hall, to the right. he expected his general, going by the name Zethrid, to attempt to get out of the pod and destroy the paladins, the prince stopped her, telling her that there would be time for that later, but for now, they had an ultimatum to make.

In the pod back to the main ship, the man sat in the back with the paladin. After a bit of traveling, Zethrid spoke up breaking the silence, "So, when's he supposed to wake up?"

"Hopefully soon Zethrid. I want him awake during this call with the others."

As the man finished, Lance began to wake, slowly, groggily, he managed to open his eyes, staring at the midnight orbs looking back at him with emotions that he hasn't seen in years. Worry, concern, pity, care, and... Love?

"Do you carry another weapon with you, besides your eyes? No, I'm serious, do you have a weapon? Please don't hurt me!" As the paladin was frantically trying to get out of the larger aliens arms, the beautiful stranger was trying to calm him down. "Hey now, I'm unarmed, see? I'm not going to hurt you. It'd be a shame to scar that perfect skin. The alien didn't notice his general smirk. They were close, and Zethrid knew her boss had a thing for the little paladin.

"Funny, my father didn't seem to think that... he seemed to think more like 'you little brat, get back over here' and continue hurting me, are you sure you won't hurt me?" The older boys heart shattered for the younger ones pain, he knew all about abusive fathers, and he felt terrible to know that the boy in front of him had been through the same pain as him. "Say, how about we share our names, that way we can both trust each other more, Hmm?"

"Sure, I guess that sounds well, I'm Lance, sharpshooter of Voltron, I never miss a shot" at this Zethrid visibly scoffed, "Ha! 40 GAC he misses."

"Zethrid! Not now!"

"Sorry sir just had to say it."

"Anyways, young Lance, you may call me Lotor, Prince and rightful Heir to the Galran Empire."

"You're the what?"