"You, what?" Keith asked. He sat up to look at the petite Handmaiden. She, however, remained laying.
"Oh yes. But my family was assassinated, all save for me. Princess Allura's family was my father's best friend. When they, my parents and brother, were killed, King Alfor took their place. I was pushed aside, although I should have taken to the throne.It's alright though. I don't mind it." She hiccuped.
"That's not right." Keith stood from the bed and grabbed her by the wrist.
"Wait! Where are you going?" Pidge tried to pull against him. "You're drunk, Prince Keith. They shan't believe a word you say!"
"I will make them!" Keith hollered. Pidge pulled against his grip, and Keith spun around in drunken rage. He raised his hand and brought it down on across Pidge's face.
"Sire, please think about this," Pidge whispered. She was crouched on the ground, her wrist still in Keith's grasp. He released her, and looked down in shock at what he had done.
"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." Keith fell next to her. The two fell asleep together on the floor.
The next morning, at breakfast, Keith stood up and grabbed Pidge's hand from beside Allura.
"To merge our kingdoms, Altea, and the Galra Empire, I am taking the hand of Princess Katherine Holt, in marriage, as she is the rightful heir to the throne. Anyone wishing to disagree, can take it up with my knife. Good day to you all."
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Klance, Plance and Kidge oneshots
FanfictionA bunch of short stories that have no home. Mainly Plance and Kidge, but I have the occasional Klance cause why not, right?
