sand dollars || lotor x allura

X. Rez

"Lieutenant Rez." Queen Sal greeted him sorrowfully. "King Ozlo." She says to the King as he follows behind the Galra military leader.

"Please, sit," Allura invites as she cut a glance to Lotor who sat across from her.

The leaders sat down stiffly, King Ozlo began. "The feud between the Galra and the Willabecc will be no more. Both the Empress and I agree that you should rejoin the Galra Empire with Emporer Lotor."

"There hasn't been a feud between us at all, Your Highness. In fact, we've gotten along peacefully together for generations. I refuse to rejoin the Emporer. I am leading an anti-peace of soliders. I must stand strong."

"You against the whole of the Empire? Rez, be reasonable!" Lotor snorted. "Your platoon doesn't come close to the army that I have at my fingertips."

"You should not make threats like they are nothing, Lotor." Rez boomed. "I have been at this post for years. There were others before me, we have grown to become peaceful with the Willabecc. Now you come and uproot it all," he scowled. "because you have taken an acute liking to Princess Allura."

Lotor froze. "Who I associate with and this peace talk are two separate topics."

"Gentlemen, let's return to the topic at hand." King Ozlo himself sounded wary of the two arguing Galra. "Commander, you have allied yourself with the Galra."

"I have not. I only extended an invitation."

"An invitation? What did this invitation entail?"

"She had extended an invitation to dinner." Rez replied flatly.

"Dinner?" Allura blurted, bewildered. Empress Sal nodded.

"Indeed. Then King Ozlo immediately assumed Rez and I were planning an attack on him. Thus, splitting the two Willabecc races forever. We have not spoken in weeks until you came, Princess." The Empress explained further.

Lance, who everyone forgot was present, leaned back in his chair enough to cause a long and eerie squealing sound. Lotor's back stiffened and Allura's eyes narrowed and both refused to turn around and give him the satisfaction of their attention. "You said she invited him to dinner and you didn't know?" He asked, slamming the feet of the chair back down onto the floor. He leaned forward and placed his elbows on the table. All five leaders watched incredulously.

"Yes." Ozlo replied.

"Why didn't you have spies to confirm whether or not they were working together. An inside man." Lance accused. Lotor raised an eyebrow.

"I- I never." The King stammered.

"That's right, you didn't think. What we have here is sibling rivalry." He diagnosed as if he was a doctor.

"Lance," Allura hissed, kicking him under the table. This did not stop him.

"C'mon what is Voltron needed for exactly? A family feud?" He snapped. The King jumped from his chair.

"How dare you speak to me in such a way!" He bellowed, Allura stood and dragged Lance into the hallway by his ear.

"What're you doing here, Allura? They don't need Voltron to sort out whatever problem is going on."

"I refuse to remain here any longer!" They heard King Ozlo yell before stomping out of the throne room.

"Congratulations, Lance you might've almost started a war."