Lotor woke up in his large bed expecting warmth to be held in his arms but that warmth is not there. He sat up confused rubbing the sleep from his eyes but saw a smaller man standing in front of a mirror.

"Good morning sleepy," ocean blue eyes with electric purple pupils looked at him as a warm smile made his day already.

Lotor got out of the bed and walked over to the white haired altean and kissed him quickly.

"Good morning my love," he hummed.

"Go get ready, your breath is more deadly than your blade," the altean snorted pushing Lotor away to the bathroom.

"Lance don't you have training?" Lotor asked as he ran a brush through his hair.

"Honerva and I are going to the library, studying Druids here, a lot more details than my reality," Lance smiled as he put on his necklace which showed proudly around his neck as his cloak didn't cover it unlike the rest of his body.

"I agree, just be carful for the other Druids, they don't understand you not Honerva yet since you still show more altean," Lotor brushed his teeth and Lance shrugged.

"Aren't some of them alteans?" He asked checking his face in the mirror.

"Yes and no, corrupted is a good word for them, all of them, but again they are brutal," Lotor sighed glancing at Lance.

"I can kick ass too!" Lance put his hands on his hips looking at Lotor when he walked out.

"Trust me, I know, play nice," he held lances arms and kissed his head gently but Lance groaned.

"Either way it's going to be a story later," he mumbled crossing his arms.

"Let's hope not, a story means drama and drama means you got in trouble," Lotor began to dress in his under armor clothes.

"Me? Trouble? Do these eyes look like they could get into trouble?" Lance blinked innocently at him.

"Your eyes changed because you got into trouble,"

"Alright fair enough," Lance smiled shyly.

"Just don't piss anyone off," Lotor looked at him worriedly.

"You worry to much," Lance walked to him with a hand on his hip. "I'll be fine,"

"I know," Lotor smiled back stroked his hand softly.