Dreams were suppose to be innocent. Some were of fluff or romance. Some were thoughts that happened during the day and played out through the course of sleep, making the one dreaming smile in glee. That wasn't the case aboard the Castleship.

A young looking Galra tossed and turned in a share bed with the Altean Princess, Princess Allura, the Galra having a severe nightmare. His white hair plastered his face from sweat, his eyes squeezed tightly shut as his Altean markings glow in the night from the terror he was having. The shaking of the bed awoke the princess, her groggily looking at her lover.

"Lotor...?" Her voice held sleep, her feeling like she was awakening from stasis again. Her hand reached over to his pale purple hand, it shaking as she clutched it tightly. "Lotor I'm right here. Wake up." She moved close and sat him up, him still asleep. The blanket they shared fell off his chest, his scars showing. Scars from years of abuse from Zarkon, years from his exile and survival out there on remote planets. Allura traced every scar on his body as she rubbed his back, soothing him.

"Allura!" His eyes snapped wide open, the yellow sclera hosting blue eyes wide as ovals. "Allura don't!"

"Lotor I'm right here." Allura said, looking at him. She saw him looking at her with the fear he has, him scaling her body. Her crystal blue eyes, her white hair all in a messy bun, her beautiful blue scythe shaped markings that go perfect with her tan skin, her nightdress she wears, and her battle scars on the side of her body. Long arms wrapped around her neck, her being pulled into his chest while soft cries were heard.

"I...I thought I lost you...." Lotor whispered. Tears trickled down his beautiful face, Allura cupping his cheeks while wiping away tears after breaking from the hug. "Zarkon killed you. I failed to protect you and Sendak went after you as well."

"Lotor there's something else from that you're not telling me. That is the end part." Allura know how frequent the nightmares were. Three times a movement. It was becoming worse and worse as time progressed, Allura trying the best she can to help him.

Soft hiccups came from her boyfriend's throat, hearing him sob more. He grabbed her hand and extended her index finger, the finger making its way to the light scars on his chest, it tracing all the way across. "Zarkon...."

"Don't say it love," Allura told him. "I already know what he done to you. But Zarkon is gone and he won't harm you anymore. All there is now is Sendak but we can handle him. Lotor, I want you to know that you're safe here. This is your haven, you can tell me what's bothering you or what you have on your mind." She waved her arm across their bedroom, the lights dim except for some light entering through closed blinds. "You are here and you are with me. I'm your Paladin forever. I'm here to protect you."

Lotor sniffled as he swallowed hard, his hands shaking less now. "Allura, that is the most beautiful advice anyone had given me in so many deca-phoebs." He said. His hand went to her cheek as he brushed away white hair escaping from her hairdo. "I am happy I am here and I'm happy I'm with you. You're, you're the best thing that ever happened to me in so many years." He leaned in and peppered her lips, her replying his message of love. Lotor loved her, loved everything about her. Her personality, her courage, strength, knowing when she had enough. He loves all those about her and her being very supportive of him, comforting him through his nightmares and anxiety attacks made it all better to be alive than dead by Zarkon.

"I love you, Lotor." Allura whispered.

"I love you too, Allura." Lotor whispered back before laying back down, his girlfriend cuddling into his arms and chest, him covering them back up.

He felt safe. He felt protected. He felt like he is himself.

He felt loved.