'Alien' words:

  tíkur ~ b*tch

" I made you guys an authentic paladin lunch!" Sorry Coran, but never again.

Flashback:
Lotor and Maggie were awkwardly sitting across from each other at an otherwise empty table as per usual. The head of the table, where there Father occasionally sat, was empty. It seemed to be the norm: The two children eat supper alone, whilst there Father attended to the empire.

Lotor's hair went a little past his shoulders, and was tied back in a braid. He was wearing his blue and orange armor as usual.

Maggie, however was going through your typical teenage rebellion stage. Her light indigo hair was cut short and shaved on one side. The tips were died blue and red. No one is quite sure how she got her hands on hair dye. Her body was clad in armor that had matched Lotor's once upon a time. Now it was covered in black paint that Zarkon had obviously tried to have removed but failed in doing so.  No doubt Zarkon was having another set of armor made at the moment.

A servant placed he food on the table before leaving the two with the guards that were standing at the entrance. Maggie poked the food suspiciously, acting like it was primed to explode at any given moment.

"You know, sister, you don't have to eat that monstrosity. Father isn't present, and we could always ask for something different." Lotor whispers as he leans forward.

A scowl graces Maggie's face. "You're not Father. You can't tell me what to do." At that statement, she shoveled as much of the mysterious goop onto the spoon as she could, and shoved it in her mouth.
"Umm well...that's...umph...something."

Lotor raised an eyebrow as he watched his sister choke down the food. "Shall I call the cook?"  Maggie nodded in response, eyes closed.

End flashback:

"Thank you for your generosity Coran, but I already ate." I lie and I get up, leaving. Back to the training arena for me. I didn't even get to train for five minutes before an alarm went off. I easily rush into the room. The monitors showed a local arusian and I summon my bayard.

"Shall I annihilate it?" I ask and queen tíkur immediately objects.

"No...alteans believe in peace first." Yeah? How's that working out for you?

"Wait, he could be dangerous!" Yes, thank you Keith. Everyone knows the cute ones kill you when you're least expecting it.

Mini time skip:
See ! They were planning on sacrificing someone! Pray tell me , why are the cute ones always violent? Unfortunately, Allura apparently knows about my dislike of ...social events because now she's throwing a party!

Whenever I go to parties, I seem to spend the evening alone or being chased by guys and girls alike. There never seems to be an in between. (A/n: cue the Galra version of Michael in the Bathroom.)

Holy gods of Gallifrey, what am I to wear?! I only own my paladin armor and the clothing Keith let me borrow. A knock sounds at the door, and I open it.

"I feel like we started off on the wrong foot. I'm sorry that I have judged you so quickly. It was...wrong of me to jump to conclusions. The white lion wouldn't have chosen you if you weren't trustworthy. Accept this dress as a peace offering."

"And I too should be sorry princess. I have said my fair share of hurtful things." I reply, accepting the dress.

It was a tad to small, but I can always fix that.