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Lotor Crashes Suitor Visit

Prompt: I remember reading @crystal-rebellion ’s fic the bachelor where Nanny and Coran throw a party in order to get Allura to chose a husband against her will and Lotor ends up crashing the party. Thinking about I like to imagine that every time Coran and Nanny try to push the marriage agenda, in retaliation Allura not so subtly tries to make sure Lotor knows about it, because she knows he’ll cause a scene. Like the whole ball could be on fire with everyone screaming, Lotor laughing manically, and Allura demurely sitting down as she sips her tea as literal entropy surrounds her. “This is a disaster! Princess, please tell me you’re still in your chambers!” Allura’s wide eyes flashed over the intercom screen as Coran hailed her room. He exhaled in relief. “What’s happening, Coran? I heard the alarm sirens going off!“ “It appears Prince Lotor has made yet another appearance,” her advisor answered with deep resignation. “Oh my poor baby,” Nanny’s voice wailed from elsewhere in the Control Room. “Oh no, that’s terrible. I’ll be on my way, we’ll need Blue Lion for-” “That’s not necessary – the fiend didn’t bring a beast with him this time. Again. I’m sorry, but I’m afraid your date with Prince Io will have to be postponed. Again. Lotor is dueling him at the moment.” “How awful,” Allura bemoaned. “What I’d like to know is how does that monster seem to know when the Princess’s suitor is on his way? I swear he must be stalking the princess!” Nanny accused angrily. “Lock your doors and stay in your room, with the reinforced glass we added to your windows, he shouldn’t be able to get to you. Keith is on his way to dispatch the scoundrel now,” Coran instructed, ignoring the wailing nursemaid. “Understood, Coran. Please be safe.” The link between the princess’s bed chambers and the control room went quiet, and Allura sat thoughtfully at her console desk for a moment before cuing up the screen to read the security cameras. Sure as the dawn over Arus, Lotor was in the middle of her gardens, engaging her would-be suitor in fisticuffs and swordplay. “How terrible,” she mused with a more playful tilt to her voice, watching on another screen as guards ran about the castle in chaos, unsure what to do. Her rosebushes had somehow caught fire and the top tier of her fountain was upended. Only the Warlord of Chaos would be able to cause such damage with just his hands and lazon sword. She watched mutely as Prince Io – the man Coran had selected nearly a month ago as her suitor, was launched across the garden and through a trellis, only to land in a giant potted fern. “Oh dear, it seems my date is cancelled, after all,” she murmured as a lazy grin stretched across her lips. With the sensuality of a feline, she tilted a delicate, china teacup to her lips, watching as the one man in all the universe capable of interrupting her guardians’ meddling did precisely that. “Pity.” --- (One Month Earlier) Lotor twirled his wine chalice as he lounged lazily on the dais of his entertaining chambers. His golden eyes narrowed on the empty floor before him - once filled with wanton women and charming dancers, he found no such allure in their company. As much as he tried to indulge in the pleasures of the flesh, his mind was always drawn back to her. The door wished open and his feral gaze slid sideways to mark Cossack as he bowed to his prince. He brought the cup to his lips to drink. “Sire, it has come to our attention that Princess Allura has chosen a husband - some guy name Io. He’s from the Azure Quadrant. He’s been summoned to court her.” Lotor spit his wine out in a near-violent manner at the gut reaction to the news. “What!?” “Er, that’s… that’s the news we got. I thought you might want to know, just in case… you know. It’s the princess and all.” Cossack scratched his head nervously, shifting under the murderous gaze of his commander. Lotor leaped to his feet, tossing the wine aside with little interest. “Prepare to head to Arus immediately.” “Sire, we don’t even have a robeast ready, how-” “I don’t need one, fool. It’s not Voltron I wish to conquer this time.” Lotor stormed past a confused Cossack on his way to his personal cruiser. --- Lotor bit back a curse as he jumped into his cruiser. The ‘prince’ - if he could call the man that - had been easily dispatched. A feeble man, and hardly a suitor worthy of Allura’s attention. Commander Keith, however, had been more difficult. His ship lifted off, leaving the verdant landscape of Arus behind. As the planet fell away, his eyes were drawn once more to the castle, and behind the glass window, he saw a woman gowned in pink, staring up at him. A moment passed where their eyes locked, Allura’s expression unreadable. Where Lotor expected anger or fury at his intervention on her betrothal plans, he met what appeared to be… docile amusement. His brow furrowed, but before he could further contemplate the strange reaction, a laser shot from the castle struck his wing. “I’ll be back for you,” he swore under his breath, steering his ship back to his command fleet before the Castle of Lions grounded him. Disembarking, he strolled onto the bridge. “Well?” Lotor glanced Cossack’s way. “That fool doesn’t even deserve to breathe the same air she does. The man couldn’t even draw his sword properly. No matter, he’s injured enough to leave. Those Space Explorers wouldn’t let me get any closer to her, however,” he grumbled. “At least that 'suitor’ left. I’m sure she’s furious, but one day she’ll see.” “I wouldn’t be so sure of that,” Cossack replied as Lotor removed his helm and set it aside, shaking out his hair. “What? You dare question me? Mark me - Allura will come to see-” “No, not that,” the cheerful Drule corrected. “The angry part.” Lotor’s face blanked and he tilted his head to the side curiously. “I mean,” Cossack fumbled, suddenly nervous once more under the dangerous, speculative gaze of his master. “…She was the one who told us it was happening in the first place.” Thunder rang in Lotor’s ears as his heart slammed in his chest. “Allura,” he murmured, his perspective on the situation shifting radically. “Yep, hailed us directly herself, private line and all.” He rocked back on his heels as Lotor allowed his body to sag into his commander’s chair of the warship. “Did she now,” he murmured, an evil smile stretching across his lips as he processed it all. “Well, now that changes things, doesn’t it,” he added, unable to stop the full, victorious grin. --- Allura tapped her finger nervously against her desk top as the hail continued to ring. She nibbled on her nail and her eyes flickered to the locked door of her chambers. Finally, her request was answered. "Cossack,“ she began. "I just wanted to let you know that the Castle of Lions is anticipating-" "Allura.“ She froze at the voice she didn’t expect. She swallowed, her throat constricting and her heart fluttering. ”…Hello, Lotor,“ she replied carefully. "I… I was expecting Commander Cossack to… to…" "I know you were. Tell me, is your charming prince coming to court you again today?” Stress sweat broke out across her brow as her fingertips twisted together anxiously before her. She thanked whatever gods were looking over her that it was an audio feed. “Yes,” she whispered after a moment’s silence. More silence passed and she could practically hear the gears turning in his mind. “And why have you decided to inform my commander of this, Beloved?" She felt her skin burn hot at the term of endearment and her teeth nipped down on her bottom lip. Unable to bring herself to respond, her trembling hand reached for the power control. "This was clearly a mistake,” she whispered. "Wait.“ Her hand stilled over the 'terminate’ button, unable to bring herself to end the conversation. When she said nothing else, he continued. "I’ll deal with Prince Priss - but I’d like to speak with you face-to-face afterwards." Seconds ticked into minutes and the heat from Allura’s cheeks stretched down her throat and over her shoulders. With horrifying apprehension, she answered his bargain. "Deal.”