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41. Lotor- The Guardian

"I-It is."

"I see Alfor has finally learned to manage the spirits of the others in robots?"

"Voltron?"

"Ah, yes. He would always ramble about that to me." I laughed at the memory. I turned my attention back to them.

"Notify your friends that I will be coming along with you. I have something to discuss."

(Timeskip)

I had left most of my being on the place, so it could still ward off invaders just as well. I looked at the magnificent ship that was before me, while latching onto Lotor's back. Once we got into the castle, I unmasked myself.

"Greetings, paladins."

"Who are you?"

"How dare you ask-"

"Lotor. It is alright. The Earthlings do not know of our culture. I am the Spirit of The White Lion."

"Woah, I didn't know she was this beautiful~" the blue one flirted. I folded my arms across my chest.

"I had no knowledge of Earthlings being this close-minded," I shot back, smirking. The others were fighting to keep in laughter. I settled down and looked at the paladins seriously.

"I may need to call upon your lions for this meeting." I pointed my finger towards the hangars, drawing lines to form a summoning circle. With a wave of my hand, five figures solidified.

"Oh, how long has it been since you called us, (Y/N)?" Myza (Yellow) yawned, stretching out her limbs.

"It's nice to see you again," Liore (Green) said, yawning a bit.

"You look as stunning as always," Gunter (Blue) flirted, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Why am I even here?" Byna (Red) grumbled, folding his arms.

Kinta (Black) only nodded, smiling at me. He was mute.

"Meet your paladins." I gestured to the awe-struck humans. I giggled as they all gathered together, all of them bonding miraculously. Something was wrong with the black paladin, however. Kinta was mute, yes, but he refused to even touch the human. I too, did not believe that he was the true paladin. The other one was still out there.

I lightly touched Lotor's hand.

"Shall we go somewhere private?" He nodded.

(Timeskip)

I placed a gentle hand on his back.

"Lotor..." I whispered. I couldn't believe I was doing this. Me, (Y/N), the holy spirit of the snow, was comforting a Galra. He was a chosen one, however.

"I just feel like... I'm weak sometimes," he whimpered, clutching his head. I narrowed my eyes and slapped him.

"Don't you DARE say that." I pointed a finger towards him. "Having weaknesses doesn't make you weak."

He looked at me as if he had just seen a ghost. I sighed and pressed my lips to his forehead.

"Do not say that you are weak. If you are, what does it make me?" I got up and walked away, feeling my face heat up. He got up as well and walked besides me.

"W-White Lion-"

"No need for formalities, Lotor. Please, address me as (Y/N)." I smiled, looking at his beaming face, dusted red.

"A-Alright." The rest of the walk was in silence, with occasional glances at each other. I blushed a bit as he slipped his hand in mine. Our walk was cut short by Myza and Liore stopping in front of us, smirking.