My Goddess | By : KlebKat Category: +S to Z > Voltron Views: 5086 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Voltron, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
Title: My Goddess (6) Imprisonment
By: Klebkat
Beta: No Beta
Paring: Lotor/Nanny
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Unusual coupling, AU, OOCness, Simi-noncon.
Summery: During a night on Arus, Doom launches a surprise attack on the Castle of Lions and succeeds in infiltrating it, capturing hostages and one hostage in particular for an even more peculiar reason.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Voltron, WEP does. <..> I really wanted to own Lotor...
A/N: Yay, an update!
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Allura sat in the cold dark cell with her arms wrapped around herself. Pidge had been gone longer then what she felt comfortable with and was now very worried. I’m a princess, I should be stronger! But it was hard being strong, and she didn’t know what to be afraid of more, Doom or her lack at being a reasonable, sensible leader.
She had been a child for so long that she still thought as one sometimes. No wonder the team was usually angry at her. The white lion had been proof of her innocence. Allura had never felt stupider then when she discovered that it was truly a Robeast rather than her father reborn, and that very stupidity landed her in the arms of Lotor.
And what of this situation? Was this her fault as well, the show of an incompetent ruler?
“…Nanny.”
A warm arm was placed around her shoulders and she looked up into equally warm eyes, Coran sitting down beside her. “I’m sure she’s fine. And until we find her, I’m sure these Drule guards are very uncertain of what to make of her.”
Allura giggled quietly, smiling for the first time in hours. “You’re right,” she said in a whisper, “She has them with their head straight and shoulders back, eating their vegetables and all else.”
They sat in silence for awhile, Allura’s thoughts forming soft, hesitant words. “Coran, I have…I’ve been worried about Lotor. Why hasn‘t he come for me?”
The royal adviser tightened his grip oh his daughter-like princess, hugging her to him. “I had hoped for better thoughts than this, Princess. Whatever delays him, let it be so. It‘s a blessing in disguise.”
A loud clink echoed through the dungeon, Allura and Coran focusing their hearing on other sounds until the noise was fallowed by a curse from Lance.
She relaxed and rolled her head to the side, “Lance…”
“I know,” came the annoyed reply from somewhere in the dark, “my bad.”
“If you can’t put the cover back on the vent, then just leave it alone.”
“Shuddup, Keith! I know what I’m doing,” Red Lion pouted.
“Sure you do.”
Lance could be heard grumbling at Hunk’s sarcasm, Pidge still not reporting back. Allura gave a frustrated sigh as she brushed a band of blonde hair from her eyes and returned to her thoughts, which were running in a mish mash of memory and information, each trying to sort the other out.
“I wonder where Nanny is. Do you think we can find her?”
Coran didn’t answer her, didn’t even acknowledge that she had even asked the question. This was what she meant by being a child. Even now that she was nineteen and the princess, things were still kept from her. She understood why. Nanny did the same because she wanted to protect her, but she was the soul ruler of Arus, of every person, and it was her job to keep everyone happy and safe.
But she knew the answer with or without Coran’s opinions. If they were going to rescue Nanny, she would have to be within quick reach. In a place where they could find her easily, as the guards would be on top of them soon after their escape. If they couldn’t locate her by the time they found their Lions…
Allura began to fiddle with her fingers as tears formed at the corners of her eyes; mindfully recalling Nanny’s stern distaste for idle movement. “I’m not leaving her in this awful place, Coran. I’m not.”
Coran hugged her to him, “If you’ve learned anything about her, then you know first hand that Nanny can take care of herself.”
Allura pulled away from the comfort, shooting up from her seat and looking Coran right in the eyes. “But this place is a death camp! I’m not about to just abandon--”
He stood with her, aged hands squeezing the princesses shoulders firmly. “No one’s telling you to abandon her! But Allura, you are a princess! If you die, our world dies! Think of yourself for once and do what you must to get off of this planet!”
Allura opened her mouth to give a fierce retort, but the sound of an opening door stopped all sounds and thoughts. The quick footsteps that fallowed where light, a chime of jingling noises made its way down along the dungeon hall.
No one dared to speak nor did they want to see their fears raised and hopes crushed.
Then the sounds stopped in front of Lance’s cell, the Red Lion pilot trying hard not to hold his breath as he waited to see the witch, a Drule guard, Lotor--anything--through the small square of bars at the top of his door.
And then he dared it. “Pidge?”
“…yeah, it’s me,” the voice of Green Lion spoke back.
Everyone rushed for their doors, Pidge standing with the keys jingling in his hands as he unlocked Lance’s door from the outside.
Once Lance was out, he and Pidge split the keys and soon everyone was free.
“Alright,” began Keith, “when we go out that door, keep a sharp lookout for trouble and stay together. We also need to find something to defend ourselves with until we can get to where the Lions are. Everyone ready?”
There was around of nods, even from Allura, who still looked wary and insecure of her argument with Coran.
“Okay, then lets go.”
The Voltron Force began to move forward, Pidge with Hunk at his side and Lance nearby.
“Hey little buddy,” Hunk spoke lowly to Pidge, not wanting to have the others concerned, “you don’t look so good. Are you going to be okay?”
Pidge nodded quickly, giving a small smile that his heart didn’t seem to be behind. “Yeah, just had a close call with the guards to get the keys.”
Hunk felt that something was wrong, a darkness sitting in his chest, but knew as they went through the dungeon doors and into the castle of Doom itself that now was no longer the time for talking.
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