Lance cried out as soldiers grabbed at him and yanked him back and he screaming in pain when one gripped his injured arm.

"Release him," the galra before walked over glaring at the soldiers.

Lance panted as he dropped on the ground clutching his injured arm and looked up at the unknown prince as he was on his knees.

"What are you gonna do with me?" Lance looked at him glaring tiredly. His adrenaline leaving his system.

"Not torture you if that's what you believe paladin," Lotor held out a hand for him and Lance just looked at it confused.

"I do not need protection, be gone," Lotor looked at the soldiers and Hagar glared but left as well.

"Who are you?" Lance glanced behind him.

"As I said before paladin, I am higher rank, the prince of the galra empire for starters," Lotor smirked and lances breath hitched.

"What do you want with me?" Lance bit his lip, he was clearly nervous.

"I saw you fight before paladin, I was fairly impressed, and I'm not impressed easily," Lotor knelt down in front of him to be leveled.

"Those who impress me... well they're very respected, even if their not galra," he smiled confidently and Lance looked at him with fearful eyes.

"And what's going to happen to me?" Lance asked as his voice shook a little with wide eyes. He didn't want to be a champion like Shiro.

"That depends on you," Lotor stood up.

"I can make you useful, powerful and strong, whatever you want,"

Lance looked at him with tears in his eyes. This prince is taking mercy on him, blessing him with something he's always wanted, since he's left his family for garrisons.

To make the people he loved proud. To be important. To not be a replacement.

"Why me? Keith is fast , Pidge is smart, hunk is strong," Lance hugged his body.

"And youre all of those, except so much more, I see it blue paladin," Lotor held out his hand for Lance again.

"What is your name? I don't want to call you blue paladin so formally," he asked as Lance hesitatedly took his hand and grunted standing up and noticed he was actually shorter than the prince. By a lot.

"What's yours?" Lance said letting go as soon as possible.

"Lotor," he said simply.

"I'm... Lance," a small sigh left his mouth.

"So now am I going to be going in a cell to rot for the rest of my days? Bleed out? Starve? Gladiators?" Lance looked back up as his eyes where slightly red from trying to not cry, it stung, he didn't want to be here.

"I just said I admired your skills, your talent, why would I throw it away?" Lotor shook his head.

"Lance," "don't say my name like that,"

They stared at each other, midnight eyes staring down at ocean blue eyes, one pair where harsh and defensive.

"Paladin..." Lotor tried slowly.

Lance nodded.

"I apologize for the rough start of taking you from your team but if I just released you all with no punishment then my empire would've attacked you then and questioned my authority," he tsked as if he cared.

"Call it leverage," he looked back at Lance.

"Can I go back then?" Lance took a deep breath.

"No, not yet at least, I can grant you anything else you'd like," Lotor smirked. He could get information from the paladin this way, make him feel wanted and needed then hopefully he'll pour everything he knows.

"Can I go home?" Lance whispered.

"I just said-" "no, like earth, my home planet,"

Lotor thought about it for a moment, it was a loop hole. But then he wouldn't even want to go back to Voltron then. But something made Lotor think on how the planet would be destroyed but the galra then, a paladin of Voltron on his home planet, his fleet wouldn't even hesitate even if they didn't get orders.

"Do you love your planet?" Lotor asked. He never had a home planet to go back to, it was destroyed, the reason he only destroys planets of his enemies, they don't deserve a home planet. But Lance wasn't his enemy.

"More than anything, my family's there,"

"Then no,"

"What?!"

"Your planet will be destroyed if you return, the galra will take that opportunity to kill you and everyone you love," Lotor explained calmly as lances jaw dropped in horror and shock.

"Oh what the quiznex!" Lance threw his hands in the air annoyed but yelped grabbing his injured arm again.

"Come with me, your wound will be infected," Lotor gently reached towards lances arm and saw the gash running down his tan arm.

"Don't touch me," Lance quickly took two steps back like a skittish kitten.

"Fine, bleed out and die of infection, that's what's going to happen if you don't let me help you," Lotor pulled himself back giving the Paladin space.

"You took me from my team! My friends! For all I know they never made it out! Or one of them could've died! And I couldn't do anything about it! I have a reason to be pissed!" Lance yelled at him as Lotor took the shouting but seemed unfazed.

"I do everything for a reason paladin, if I wanted you all dead you would be." Lotor growled now annoyed and Lance flinched away.

"But I don't want you dead," he sighed shaking his head and held his hand out for Lance again, a motion of choice, on Lance going with or not.

Lance took his hand again and Lotor lead him to a bedroom. He was led to a bed but only Lance sat on the end of the soft bed while Lotor grabbed a first aid kit on the shelf, walking back to kneel in front of him due to the height difference.

Lance felt his breathing getting heavier and harder as his arm stung and could tell he had a concussion, his eyes unfocusing a little and felt hot. He whimpered softly as his head pounded.

Last thing he remembered was Lotor looking up confused but his yellow and blue eyes turning into surprise before it all went black.