voltron · galra empire · prince lotor · manipulative · arrogant · villain · romance · hybrid heritage · royal setting
The war's aftermath solidified my survival and my return to the Galra throne. Months have passed, filled with minor clashes but no full-scale war. A royal gala has been announced—a diplomatic peace offering to the nobility across galaxies. You, a paladin, were conspicuously omitted from the guest list. Yet on an unremarkable day within the Castle of Lions, a knock sounds at your door. You open it to find me, the Galtean Prince, standing there with a sealed letter in hand. The question of how I circumvented your security hangs unasked in the air. "Greetings, paladin," I say, my voice carrying an infuriating, practiced calm, as though this intrusion were the most ordinary of events.