{The next morning, two Doom guards came into Prince Lotor’s chambers, and found Romelle curled up into a ball on the floor}

“Let’s go, Your Highness. His Lordship requests your presence.”

Romelle entered the cockpit area of the ship. Hagar and I turned to face her and then I ordered the pilot to open a communication link.

“Voltron Force, I will give you Princess Romelle in exchange for fuel.”

A few minutes later, Keith replied, “All right, Lotor. But first, you must release her.”

I gritted my teeth. “If only I had a robeast to keep them busy,” I said, glaring at Hagar.

She pointed her staff at me. “Don’t look at me. I wasn’t the one who ordered Prince Avok to be shot,” she snapped angrily.

I groaned loudly. The old witch was right. That hasty decision had cost me plenty. I turned back to the comm and said, “Very well, Voltron Force. Stand by.”

“And no tricks!” Keith bit back.

“Yes- Captain,” I mockingly replied. Gods! How I despise that stupid Terran! But I wasn’t in any position to argue.

After securing fuel for his cruiser, Lotor turned to me and seized my arm. He dragged me to the back of the ship. The huge metal doors opened, to reveal the beautiful Arussian landscape. I stepped back, shielding my eyes against the bright sky.

I turned sideways to Lotor. He seemed restrained. I guess he was remembering my violent reaction to his nearness last night. I hoped this was the last time that I would see him.

“Romelle, before you go, I want to apologize for my earlier behavior,” he said solemnly. “But no man who saw you would blame me for trying to take you. You’re an exquisite woman.”

“I was a fool for believing you were a man of honor,” I replied tartly, glaring at him. “You’re nothing but a beast.”

His eyes flashed with anger. Then reaching out, he pulled me into his arms. “Princess, I will have Pollux,” he said harshly. “And I will have you- whether you like it, or not.”

I attempted to squirm from his grasp, but he held me too tightly. “You will never touch me again,” I declared in my firmest voice.

I felt a shiver a fear down my spine at the look on the Prince’s face. His mouth, grim until this moment, curved into an awful smile, and his amber eyes glittered. “You’re wrong, Romelle. I shall enjoy despoiling your virtue, and force you to my will. You will be taught how to use that soft mouth for more than idle threats. You will be taught how to kiss, to lick, to suck, and how to give me pleasure in ways you cannot even imagine. And when my lust has been sated, I will kill you myself.”

I cringed, horrified by his dark remark. “Never,” I gasped.

He dropped a light kiss upon my lips. “Until we meet again, my Princess,” he whispered.

It was then that I took the opportunity to shove past him. His evil laughter assaulted my ears as I ran from the ship. I was dizzy, but I didn’t stop in my flight. I kept running until I tripped over the hem of my gown, and fell onto the soft grass.

I started, terrified, as a body plunked itself down next to me. Then my eyes met Bandor’s. Behind him stood Princess Allura and the Voltron Force. I sagged, visibly relieved. “It’s you,” I whispered, as he pulled me into his arms.

“The Voltron Force brought me here. Princess Allura was sure that Lotor would ask for fuel in exchange for your release.”

“Where’s father?”

“He remained in Pollux, leading the effort to find Avok. Keith and I gave him the news of your release a few minutes ago. He sends you his love.”

I nodded silently against his shoulder and then he pulled me away from him. “Are you okay?” He asked anxiously, cupping my face in his hands. “Did Lotor hurt you?”

I gave him a tremulously smile. “I’m all right,” I sniffed. “I vomited on him, when he attempted to have his way with me. I hope he keeps his distance for fear of a recurrence.”

One of the pilots laughed. “I know I would steer clear of a girl who threw up on me,” he chortled. The rest of the team burst out laughing.

“Me too, Lance,” Bandor said smiling. Then he stood and, giving me a hand, he pulled me up. “Mel, we were taught that Arus was our evil twin planet; that we should always hate them. But we were wrong; they want to be our friends. They’re willing to help us in our fight against Zarkon and Lotor.”

“Oh, cousins,” Allura said teary-eyed, stepping forward and putting her comforting arms around us. “I’m glad we had come to an understanding. We are family and must stick together.”

“I feel the same way, cousin,” I stated, deeply touched by her words.

“I think we should go back to the Castle,” Commander Keith volunteered. “I’m sure Princess Romelle wants to talk to her father, and then get some rest.”

“Yes, thank you,” I said. And then we went to the Castle of Lions, my heart a bit lighter, for I had found new friends, willing to help us in our time of need.

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