Lance stared blankly up at the galran Prince, who facepalmed and sighed heavily. "I am Prince Lotor, son of Zarkon, galran Prince."
Lance continued to stare up at him before blinking slowly, and smirked slyly "Well aren't you a pretty man?~" He stood closer and leaned against the Prince.
Lotor blushed slightly before pushing Lance onto his knees. "You can't worm your way out with flattery." He scoffed
Lance pouted and huffed before slumping back against the wall.
Lotor sighed "You are in my ship, we are heading to a secret base so you might want to get comfortable." He left the room, locking the door behind him.
Lance groaned and got up, flopping back onto the bed. He laid there, thinking about his team and his family. After awhile he slowly drifted off.
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FanfictionThe one where Lance is captured by a certain Prince and has to make a hard decision
