[ Shiro will need something filling and nutritious, she notes. In the awkward pauses and silences, it almost feels like a joke -- her taking care of him, just so she can torture him and that she can get what she wants, for that little spark of hope. Allura is fully aware that the room is a gilded cage. In better times, it would be considered an honor and a privilege to be a consort of Altean royalty. Sometimes Allura wonders if King Alfor had sired other children, but whether or not he had, the reality remains that she is both alone and lonely, and no one to immediately run to.
Which is partly why, perhaps, she still welcomes the gifts and treats them with as much kindness as she can, if they could provide her with some little company that is not Galra, or someone who's worshiping Zarkon.
She detects in his body language and position that Shiro has identified the room for what it truly is. ]
I've been told that before the reign of my father, consorts of the Altean monarch were free to come and go as they please and enjoyed many privileges. [ The look she gives him is sad and apologetic. ] Times have changed since then.
[ She looks to the room herself, and for a moment, wonders if she could ever continue the traditions of her predecessors. Allura never developed the taste for it, and as far as she can see, she never will -- not when the now besmirched practice meant for mutual pleasure and enjoyment show in her mind's eye faces of terror, tears, and fury.
After half a breath, she unhooks one of her pink crystal earrings, and reaches out to put it in Shiro's human hand. ]
Here. If you need anything, speak into the crystal. I will hear you. I-- I need to prepare for the call later.
[ Zarkon likes seeing her broken, too -- albeit in a different way. ]
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[ Shiro will need something filling and nutritious, she notes. In the awkward pauses and silences, it almost feels like a joke -- her taking care of him, just so she can torture him and that she can get what she wants, for that little spark of hope. Allura is fully aware that the room is a gilded cage. In better times, it would be considered an honor and a privilege to be a consort of Altean royalty. Sometimes Allura wonders if King Alfor had sired other children, but whether or not he had, the reality remains that she is both alone and lonely, and no one to immediately run to.
Which is partly why, perhaps, she still welcomes the gifts and treats them with as much kindness as she can, if they could provide her with some little company that is not Galra, or someone who's worshiping Zarkon.
She detects in his body language and position that Shiro has identified the room for what it truly is. ]
I've been told that before the reign of my father, consorts of the Altean monarch were free to come and go as they please and enjoyed many privileges. [ The look she gives him is sad and apologetic. ] Times have changed since then.
[ She looks to the room herself, and for a moment, wonders if she could ever continue the traditions of her predecessors. Allura never developed the taste for it, and as far as she can see, she never will -- not when the now besmirched practice meant for mutual pleasure and enjoyment show in her mind's eye faces of terror, tears, and fury.
After half a breath, she unhooks one of her pink crystal earrings, and reaches out to put it in Shiro's human hand. ]
Here. If you need anything, speak into the crystal. I will hear you. I-- I need to prepare for the call later.
[ Zarkon likes seeing her broken, too -- albeit in a different way. ]