Cross My Heart

Chapter Three

It took Lotor a while to open his eyes. As he forced himself to wake up a bit more, he felt how much pain that echoed in his body whenever he had to shuffle himself into a better position. His new legs ached so much that he didn't want to get up and move around, even if it meant not spending time with Lance. Clutching the blanket closer to himself, he moved it over his head so the sun couldn't disturbed him at all. He felt Lance shifting closer to him, mumbling in his sleep about heat and it made the one heart his body had beat once more.

This feeling that Lance caused in Lotor was still unfamiliar and made him feel like a fool for not knowing. He was a prince of a kingdom, he should be knowledgeable about many things. If he didn't even know how he felt about certain things than how was he supposed to lead his people to a more prosperous future?

Huffing out in irritation, Lotor shifted carefully to stay away from Lance. If he wanted to discover what he was feeling then he would need to search within himself and look through books to pinpoint what it was called. The humans must have something that he could search through while spending his time here. While he didn't have much to offer in his new body, he could still not be a bother to them while they went on with their lives.

It was another few minutes before he felt Lance shift once more in the bed and grumbled about being awake. Lotor made no move to the human that he was awake, wanting a more time to himself. He heard Lance changing and shuffle out of his room, most likely to make breakfast for himself and the others in his home.

With reluctance, Lotor opened up his eyes to see that the sunlight was growing stronger as it continued to rise. Still he stayed in bed, wanting to give his mind and limbs as much time as he could before trying to go down those stairs. Another difference between humans and merfolk, he noted. While he didn't expect humans to float up to their upper levels like he did with his own home, it was still a lot of work to keep himself from toppling down them when using them.

Plus he didn't want to be that much of burden to Lance.

As the sunlight continued to stretch across the room, telling him how much time was passing by, Lotor continued to lay in bed. The thought that he would continue to be like this, laying in bed while in pain was something he didn't want to experience. He was use to having something to do, moving from one spot to another as Hagge kept a careful eye over him.

Lotor wasn't allowed to laze about just because he was royalty. He was expected to perform duties that came with the title of being prince of the Galra Empire and to learn about everything that had to do with the Empire. The history, politics within the empire's borders and surrounding territory of other kingdoms to make sure he knew how to plan his next move. All in all, he had to know everything if he wanted to gain the throne from his father one day.

Still there was something to not doing anything just because you could that gave Lotor some insight. It was nice not having to rush anywhere, just to stay in bed and do whatever he pleased. If he had a choice in being lazy, he would do this more often.

As he grew bored with staring at the sunlight slowly make its way over Lance's walls and the pain that rippled through his body with every small move, he started to stretch out the muscles in his legs and arms. They protested against this action, but he pushed through to gain some relief. On the rare chance his father let him join one of the hunts that the royal staff went on to feed both him and his father, he always had to stretch before and after if he wanted to be able to keep up with the group.

While he had been made fun off by some of the older and more brutish staff members for being a bratty prince in their eyes, others quietly helped him. They taught him what to do during the hunts and where he would be the best help. Since he had a more lithe build to his body than many of the mermen and merwomen in the groups, Lotor was placed at the outer edge of the group to help corral whatever they were hunting closer to those who would catch it.