last_juniberry: quiet, pensive (003 // cut away every safety net)
Princess Allura ([personal profile] last_juniberry) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet 2016-12-22 02:14 am (UTC)

[ Thace lets out an amused huff. Had he been looking for a fight, or any reason to say that he had been provoked? Allura couldn't tell. She looks over her shoulder, brow raised. She was about to her open her mouth to tell the Galra Commander to knock it off, but with a flick of his wrist, Thace releases his hold on Shiro. ] "Your charms certainly are infallible, Your Grace, and your hands stronger. My worry was misplaced."

[ The exchange was familiar territory, but it never ceases to cause Allura much stress and humiliation. Those who witness the exchange do not see a dignified monarch, but Zarkon's little doll -- a pretty decoration who is unfit to rule. ] Thank you for your concern, Commander. I will make sure to put in a good word for you with His Excellence. You may leave.

[ At the dismissal, Thace gives a gracious bow, and Allura tugs at the chain to signal Shiro to move.

Thankfully, anyone with warm blood thins out as they approach the Black Lion's tomb. Incidentally, it was also where the body of the former king Alfor was buried. Drones patrol the area, but pay no mind to the queen and her "pet", like whoever is controlling them know what to expect. Once they arrive at the door however, the drones bar their way with crossed rifles. ]
Oh, spare me you pile of junk. I'm introducing him to my father.

[ There is a few seconds delay, as the word recognition registers into the drone's systems. Eventually, they clear the way, allowing Allura to open the large double doors with her handprint. She steps in pulling Shiro along, and for a time, the only source of light had been the inverted purple glow coming from the halls, shining through the space of the doors. The doors soon close, leaving them in darkness for a few seconds...

Until a golden yellow ray beams through the high ceiling to cast its light on a rectangular coffin, topped with a relief replica of King Alfor in his prime, lying down in his Paladin armor with a sword placed in his crossed arms. His name and epitaph are etched on the floor in High Altean around the coffin glow with yellow light.

Allura drops her mask, as she places her hands atop that of the metal ones of her father's figure. ]


I wasn't lying when I said I'd introduce you to my father. He was king, and was also the Yellow Paladin of Voltron.

[ She closes her hand over the hilt if the sword, and king Alfor's figure dissolves in light particles, revealing a Paladin's suit of armor. She takes to undoing Shiro's restraints and holds onto them. ]

Wear this armor. You will need it.

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