Different Lives ||•{Klance Royalty AU}•||

Chapter 3

Warm tears stream down my face as I slide down the large door, separating me from the crowd.

Once again, Father lost his temper and took it out on me. Though, I'm slightly used to the abuse, this was a bit much. Being slapped is one thing but infront of the crowd and my future husband?! Utterly humiliating.

I push myself off the ground and trudge through the halls, heading straight for the kitchen. The echoing sound of busy staff fills my ears as I approach the swinging doors.

Pushing through, I hear the head chef, Hunk, better known as my closest friend, barking orders to his underlings.

I walk over, slightly tear stained face. Sitting on the counter next to him I let out a sigh.

"What's wrong, Lance?" He asks, moving his work station away from me a bit.

"Father."

"Ah... As to expect," He replies with half of his focus, "What happened now?"

I adjust myself, getting comfortable, "The Prince of Daibazaal is here and-"

Every single one of the cooking staff collectively gasp, some dropping whatever they're holding. Hunk freezes and looks up at me.

"The Prince of Daibazaal is here?!"

"Yes...?"

"WHY WERE WE NOT INFORMED?!"

I huff out annoyed air, "Coran is stressed. He must've forgotten. He's a fairly busy man y'know."

Hunk lets out a low growl before giving more orders out to the workers. After a little bit, it gets hectic. But nonetheless, Hunk offers me part of his attention, "So, continue please."

I raise a brow but comply, "So that Prince is here, right?"

"Yeah,"

"And I'm suppost to be married off to him."

"Yep, I know that."

"Well, to make this short. My father had the audacity to slap me infront of everyone. Not just Allura. Not just the fellow servants. No, he slapped me across the face in front of everyone and it was utterly humiliating."

Hunk let's out a low growl of anger, "Are you alright? Your father is quite strong."

"Yes, I guess," I reply, crossing my legs.

"If it makes you feel any better I can have Pidge whip up her healing cream," He offers.

I politely turn him down, hopping off the counter, "I'll be off. You seem really busy and I don't want to interfere."

Hunk nods as a goodbye and I go on my way.

I don't know how long this is going to take. Father and the galran prince may be working out the finer details for hours on end.

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"Prince Lance?"

The Earthly British coated accent of the Galran Prince, catches my attention. I turn from the rose bush I stand in front of. I make eye contact with my fellow royalty. Smiling I answer, "Yes?"

He looks a bit worried, "Are you alright? The king hit you pretty roughly."

My smile drops for a moment as I reach for my cheek again. I tilt my head slightly, smiling, "Oh this?" I chuckle lightly, "This is nothing."

I make eye contact again. He clearly doesn't believe me.

"Don't worry," I say, hand dropping to my side, "This isn't that bad. I've been through worse."

Realizing that I've said something troublesome, I instinctively cover my mouth. I look to Prince Lotor who looks quite worried.

"So," He pauses, "This is normal?"

I nod without thinking. Realizing, I push past him, "I must go."

"Wait!" He reaches out, grasping my arm.

I turn, looking down then back up to him, "Yes?"

He let's go of me, "Are you not enraged by this situation? By the way your father treats you?"

I look down, thinking, then look back up at him. We regain eye contact as I nod, "I am very much so displeased with the current situation. But, I'd do anything if it means I get to leave my father's tyrant hand."

"Even if it means giving up your lavish life?"

"If it comes to that, yes," I make it clear to him, "I despise my father and wish for salvation. This marriage is most likely my only chance out. I won't even ask for love, or even a real relationship. I just need a way out."

He falls completely silent. I study his features and expression. He's handsome but not my ideal type. Admittedly he is cute and quite a charmer, but that changes nothing.

"I'm sorry if I seem cold," I apologize.

He panics a bit, "Oh no, no, no! Fret not. You seem to be quite caring. I take no offense to you just wanting a way out. I, personally, just want to end the war."

"The feeling is somewhat mutual," I say, smiling, "At least we know what this relationship is."

"Yes," He nods, "Clarifing this will make our lives easier."

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"Prince Lotor is kind of cute," My sister says.

I shoot her a glance, "You can have him. We already came to a mutual agreement."

She quirks an eyebrow, "Is that so?"

"Yes,"

"May I pry?" She asks.

I roll my eyes, "As much as I dislike the situation, we spoke out in the garden. We decided we'll go through with it to get what we want and/or need."

"Which is..?"

"The war ending and being able to escape this hell."