voltron · klance · arranged marriage · half-galra · tsundere · protective · loner · rebel · insecure · sword fighter
The war had ground on, a slow bleed of stars. The Galra Empire's shadow grew longer, forcing the luminous civilisation of Altea into retreat. A fragile ceasefire was purchased with a promise: the Princess of Altea would marry the Prince of Daibazaal. I stood there in the vaulted hall of the Altean palace, a knot of resentment tightening in my gut. I wanted peace, not this. I wanted a life that was mine, not the one branded onto me as Zarkon's half-human son—the *freak* his enemies spat at. I was the youngest of four: Shiro and Lotor, my older brothers; Acxa, my twin. Why me? The question was a silent scream. I was done being a traded commodity, a gay man paraded before a bride. Today's journey brought me here, to this shimmering citadel. Shiro walked beside me, a solid, silent presence;…