You all stood frozen as you stared at the princess. The look she had in her eyes demonstrated a new level of anger you hadn't seen from anyone before. Without moving your bodies, all the paladins in the room exchanged glances.
 
"It's not what it looks like," you spoke as you held your hands up. "I begged for them to take the handcuffs off, and they were just doing what they thought was right." Pidge tilted her head before scrunching her nose in confusion.

"I don't care if you were crying your disgusting galra eyes out, the fact that anyone was in here to even look at you was not allowed!" Allura bellowed. The moment she spoke of you as 'disgusting' you looked towards the ground. You had fought for your identity to remain secret for that word alone. You had always thought of yourself horribly due to your genetic history, but to have it thrown in your face by someone else was another level of pain.

"She is not disgusting!" Lance erupted from his corner of the room. Everyone's eyes widened from the volume of his voice.

  "Lance, I am your princess! You will watch your tone with me!" She looked in his direction with fierceness behind her eyes. Her lips quivered as if they would soon become snarled.
 
"Princess of what kingdom! Your home is gone, your dad is gone, everything you loved is gone!" The petite man, who you had assumed to always hold a calm nature, could no longer hold in his anger for her hurtful words. "And here is a girl in almost the exact same situation! She hates her father, she has nowhere to officially call home, and she's been put in a damn dungeon because you can't put past your idea of revenge on a whole race!"

  "Lance, that's enough," you whispered while continuing to look at the ground. You fiddled with the ends of your shirt in a nervous attempt to keep your hands busy.
 
"No, it's not enough," he huffed as he stormed away from his corner and past the rest of the paladins in order to secure a place in front of the princess. "You preach about the ideas of peace and unity, while you speak horribly of everyone that isn't on this ship! She joined your stupid team and for the two days she's been here, she's abided by your lousy rules. Now, because her father arrived at the door, you hate her? Is that because she's galra-kind, or because you're jealous that despite him being horrible, she still has a dad to hate?" As soon as the last syllable left his mouth, the room screamed silence. Allura's once angered approach became diminished and hurt. Her mouth, preciosuly opened in anticipation to rebuttal, shut instantly as her eyes became glossy.

  "That is enough!" Coran roared as he entered the room. The anger that seeped from his vocal cords sent chills throughout the room. You couldn't help but flinch as his words felt like they were arriving at a high velocity. Without speaking, he pointed at Keith, Pidge, and Hunk, throwing his finger in the direction of the door. Without another moments notice, they scurried out the room. His glance became a glare as he looked towards you and the blue paladin. His kind demeanor quickly became sour as he sensed disrespect being shown to Allura. Once he had entered the room, both you and Lance lost all energy and motivation to continue your fight. Lance grabbed at the low hanging fruit in his fight with Allura, and Coran would not let that stand.

"I'm sorr-" you attempted to speak before being cut off.

"I don't want to hear another word from either of you unless I am asking you a question," the ginger man spoke. He spoke calmly, but the tone he was masking was rage. "Blue, we have given you a home, an identity, a life! You're willing to throw all of that, along with our respect, for someone you've just met?" He looked to Lance for an answer.

"This isn't about (Y/N), it's about Allura thinking she can say anything about anyone and not have any consequences," he spoke quietly. While his voice had minimal volume, the silence in the room allowed his voice to echo. "I get that I make jokes and don't take everything serious all the time, but that's just who I am."

"That doesn't correlate to my question, paladin."

"It does, why should I worry about losing your respect when I never had it in the first place? She diminishes me on a daily basis, and you can't even call us by our names!" His voice began to crack, it felt like a punch in the gut to hear him so hurt. "I'm sorry for talking about your dad, I shouldn't have said any of that." At no point did Allura meet Lance's gaze. She continued her stare at the floor as she left the room.

"Paladin, I-" Coran attempted to speak.

"See! Right there! My name is Lance McClain. I was top of my class at the Galaxy Garrison. I am the son of two amazing parents who I haven't seen in I don't know how long," he seethed towards the taller figure. You didn't know what to do, you had just been standing in Lance's shadow as you had not been given permission to leave. "My name is Lance," the man whimpered before losing his straight posture. His fight with Allura was due to so much more than you could comprehend.

"You can leave," Coran whispered as he motioned his head towards the door for Lance. The look of disbelief Lance's face held told a story of betrayal and sadness. He slowly left the room, but not before giving you a quick glance. Only in the split second of the glance, did the look of sadness leave, and the look of hope return.

"I am so sorry. I didn't know he was going to say any of that to Allura, and I'm sorry my fath- Sendak showed up at the castle," Every word you spoke seemed to go unnoticed. As you looked up at Coran, he looked distant and disassociated. He couldn't even look you in your eyes. "Coran?" you spoke softly.

"I don't think this place is for you," he huffed.

"The dungeon?" you queried.

"No, the castle."