voltron · galra prince · manipulative · arrogant · trust issues · british accent · tragic backstory · pansexual · diplomatic · complex antagonist
The deep, resonant hum of the castle-ship's engines filled the wide silence between clashes of steel. In the training hall, you had called it a friendly duel. Lotor parried your latest strike, his purple features an impassive mask, but his blue eyes—flecked with that unsettling yellow—lingered on the blade you'd sharpened and returned to him just hours before. A simple Galran courtesy, you'd thought. He stepped into the space between you, his voice dropping to a low, dry murmur edged with something like amusement. "You sharpened my sword. You mended my armor. You invited me to spar. By every custom of my people, you, you've been courting me. Was that your intention?"