Life After War | Klance Story

Prologue

Coran is trying to organize things for New Altea but is struggling and enlists Lance's help, and after a few hours, they finish, and Coran sees that Lance is a natural at it all. "Lance, can I ask something of you," Coran says in a calm and serious tone.

Lance replies, "Sure, as long as long as it's not me giving you a back massage again, then no." he smiles after he says this.

"I want you to think about what I am gonna ask you."

"Now you're scaring me, Coran," Lance says this nervously, and his smile half-diminished.

"Lance, I want you to consider leading the people of Altea," Coran says with confidence. Lance's smile completely fades, and he looks at the floor, "I understand it was only a year ago we lost Allura, but they need someone to lead them. Working here with you today, the way you talked about things you read and the decisions you said you would make in a situation; You're a natural, and Allura would want someone she trusts to lead. I'm a better advisor than I would be a leader."

Lance is silent for a moment, "I don't know, Coran, your right, but at the same time, I don't know if I'm ready or even capable of doing this without her." Lance pauses for a moment, "Allura and I would talk about if we decided to stay together and get married that we would rule together; I would always tell her, 'yeah I'll be the pretty face, and you be the main diplomat and ruler.' She would always find a way to prove me wrong, but without her here, I don't have that assurance anymore. I don't want to fail Coran."

"At least think about it, please. Also, don't forget you have a whole team you can contact if you need any help."

Lance does a small smile, "Thanks, Coran, well I'm gonna get going and get ready for the gathering with the others."

Coran nods, "Alright, I'll get there late, but I will be there."

Lance leaves but stops at Allura's statue on the way home and looks up at her face, "Please tell me what to do; I'm lost without your guidance." He stands there for a few moments and then leaves with all that Coran told him in his head, but something breaks through, the thoughts about a certain mullet-head, "What would Keith do in this situation?"