"Hagar what is the meaning of this?!" Lotor screamed as he stormed in the room as Lance was harshly breathing.

"Sire-" "Shut your damn mouth witch!" Lotor roared.

"You lied to me Hagar, the paladin was not a prisoner! I made that very clear," he pointed at her with a sneer.

"He's a paladin of Voltron! He should be slaughtered," Hagar growled back.

"If I wanted the paladin dead we would be dammit! Now get out of my sight or you will receive the same punishment as him!" Lotor snarled with a hand on his sword. Hagar nodded slightly to him with a glare and left the room as the galra holding the whip stood there still but Lotor could see he was nervous.

"Zethrid," Lotor glared at the same galra who held the whip.

"Yes Lotor?" The buffer and taller woman smirked behind him.

"Execute him," he pointed.

"My pleasure," she walked forward grabbing the galra mans face with one hand and dragged him out without any struggle and Lotor made his way to Lance balled up on the ground on his knees.

"Lance are you alright?" Lotor knelt down looking at Lance. He didn't reply but hissed in pain with tears traveling down his face.

"Let's get you out of here," Lotor was handed a blanket by a servant and wrapped it around lances shoulders as it covered his body. Lotor stood and raised his sword as it cut through the chains and cuffs against the ground and he carefully got the collar around lances neck off.

Lotor quickly scooped Lance off the ground and Lance whimpered in pain keeping his eyes closed tightly as Lotor held him by under the knees and around his upper back trying not to cause anymore pain. Lance gripped Lotors arm tightly as his wounds had contact due to Lotor carrying him.

Lotor didn't hesitate to get lance to a safe around, not bothering to walk, instead he sprinted to his own quarters of the ship and made sure no one would come in. He laid Lance down gently on his side and cared rolled him to his stomach on the large bed.

"This will hurt," Lotor was handed a medical tray by a small galra woman who was only allowed in the princes quarters.

There was no talking as Lance barely was conscious while Lotor concentrated on stitching the large gashes across his back and used a bandage wrap to make sure they didn't open again, he stuck a needle in lances arm and slowly injected a purple liquid.

"What is that?" He breathed. The small galra woman squeaked in surprise hearing lances voice but Lotor stayed calm.

"Pain reliever," Lotor said simply as he looked at lances forearm and fixed up that wound once again.

"Why are you helping me? Showing me mercy?" Lance laid on the soft pillow looking at Lotor with his eyes hooded.

"You are not my prisoner, you should not be treated like one, and I don't believe torture is necessary to those who don't deserve it," Lotor explained while cleaning the blood off of lances skin around the wounds.

"I swear I was telling the truth before, I never knew the actually things on Voltron except for how it forms and how blue works," Lance mumbled into the pillow. "I told you I'm not smart... I'm not useful for you..."

"Blue?"

"My lion... I can hear her, she's confused and scared, doesn't know where I am, it kinda gives me a bigger headache," Lance sighed with a deep breath but his breath hitched in pain.

"How is that?" Lotor leaned on his knees curiously.

"Paladins and their lions have bonds, in the back of my mind I can hear her, I don't know how it works but she listens, it's nice to have someone listen for once," Lance smiled softly.

"I think your smarter than you realize," Lotor sighed.

"The injection must be working, your words are slurring," Lotor shook his head standing up.

"Will I ever be going back to Voltron?" Lance asked quietly as he looked at the ground.

"... In a matter of time, I will let you leave, but for now the galra must believe your not returning, for your safety," Lotor nodded.

"Thank you Lotor, your not to bad of a guy for a galra, scary sometimes. But not to bad like zarkon, he was a dick," Lance closed his eyes.

"I try not to be my father," Lotor smiled and saw Lance breathing softly laying against the pillow.

"Will you really let him go sire?" The small galra girl asked quietly holding a blanket.

"If that is what he wishes then yes, but if everything goes how I want, he will be of use to me," Lotor smirked at her. The servant girl nodded with a calm look.