Au where Lotor is not Prince
Lance sat in the dining room with his sister Alurra and his father Alfor.
“The war against the galra is not going swimmingly,” King Alfor sighed.
“What do you suggest we do?” Alurra asked.
Alfor was silent, giving a look.
“I know that look,” Lance said. “What haven’t you told us father?”
Alfor sighed. “A while back, I was contacted by the Blade of Mamora.”
“That’s wonderful! Are they finally going to join the coalition?” Alurra asked.
“They will for a Price,”
“Well what is it?” Lance asked.
“You.”
“Me?” Lance asked.
“The blade of Mamora have requested a royal alliance between the
Royal prime omega of Altea and their leaders Lotor and Kolivan.”
Alfor explained.
“A-A threesome?”
“Yes Lance, a threesome. You would have to marry the two.
And it will be the only way they will agree to help us win the war.”
“Absolutely not!” Alurra screeched.
“I will not allow my baby brother to do such a thing! He’s not just an omega!
He’s-”
“-Old enough to make his own decisions!” Lance stood up.
“I’m not a baby anymore.” Lance sighed.
“If this is a way to get closer to ending this way, it’s worth it!” Lance said.
“I’ll do it father.”
“Are you sure son? We won’t be able to visit you unless for emergencies.”
Alfor explained.
“Yes! You’d be all alone!” Alurra said.
“That doesn’t matter,” Lance said. “I’ll do it.
______________
Lance wore Royal Omegan robes as he entered the BOM base.
Alurra stood by his side. They arrived in their large throneish type of room.
Lance looked up to see two alphas.
One had long white hair and Altean ears,
while the others was a large handsome galran.
“Leaders Lotor and Kolivan,
I present to you my Brother Prince Lance,
the Prime Omega you seek in return for our alliance.” Alurra bowed, as well as Lance.
“You have pleased us,” Kolivan said.
“Follow us into the meeting room and we shall discuss the alliance.”
…
Lance watched out the large window as Alurra’s ship left.
He might not see her for a long time. He would miss her-
“Prince Lance?”
Lanc spun around to see Kolivan and Lotor. He bowed.
“Alphas,” he greeted.
Lance had learned long ago,
Omegas were to be obedient and serve their Alphas.
“Please Lance, there is no need for that.”
Kolivan said, blushing a tiny bit.
What?
“We didn’t get to really introduce ourselves to all the formalities,”
Lotor smiled. “I am Prince Lotor of the Blade of Mamora,” he took Lance’s hand.
“And I am Kolivan, Leader of the Blade of Mamora,”
Kolivan took Lance;s other hand.
“It’s an honor to meet you,” the two and kissed his hands in unison.
Lance blushed. “The honor is mine Alphas,” Labce said quietly.
“Come!” Lotor smiled excitedly. “We’ll show you around!”
…
After a long tour, they stopped at a single door.
The two Alphas opened it and led Lance inside.
“This is your room,” Kolivan said, smiling softly.
Did they not want him to stay with them?
“We know you need to get to know us before we go
so far as to share a room.” Lotor said.
“If that is your wish Alphas,” Lance nodded.
“We’ll leave you to get settled,” Kolivan nodded and left.
_____________
“Kolivan he’s perfect!” Lotor gushed. “He’s the perfect Omega for us!”
“But does he even like us?” Koivan asked.
“He just met us Koli!” Lotor said.
“And he’s probably been raised as an obedient Omega or something!
He’ll warm up to us!”
“I hope so,” Kolivan said.
“He seems scared to be here, do you think it was really his choice to come?”
Lotor thought about that.
“We shouldn’t think about that.” he said. “Lets focus on the positive!
_____________
Lance awoke in his new bed at the BOM headquarters.
It felt cold. He missed his stuffed animals.
But due to security, the BOM would not allow
Lance to have any of his personal belongings except his clothing.
He had no stuffies, scrapbooks, his crown was all he had left.
Lance heard a knock on his door.
“Come in,” Lance said.
A guard walked in. “Leaders Kolivan and Lotor
request your presence for breakfast,”
Lance nodded.
This was all so weird! His new Alphas were kind,
and didn’t demand anything of him so far.
What was he supposed to be doing?
Lance walked into the dining room and sat on the far end of the table.
“Hello Lance,” Kolivan said.
Lotor smiled and waved with food in his mouth.
“Good morning!” Lotor said when he swallowed.
“Good morning Alphas,” Lance bowed his head.
A plate was placed in front of him. Lance didn’t dare
eat without permission.
“You may eat,” a guard whispered to him.
Lance nodded and began to pick at his food.
“Lance,” Kolivan said.
Lance looked up.
“Is there anything we can do to make your stay more
comfortable before the wedding?” Lotor asked.
Right. The wedding. The big sealed deal.
“Lance?” Kolivan repeated.
“Oh! Sorry Alphas,” Lance said.
“Is there anything we can do Lance?” Lotor asked.
They’ve placed him in such a sticky spot!
On one hand, Lance could say so many things!
On the other hand, this would insult them!
Time to go with the classic Omega solution:
“I am well as long as I am pleasing my Alphas,” Lance said.
Lotor and Kolivan looked at each other with worried eyes.
“If you so sure,” Lotor said softly.
______________
“It’s as if he has no free will!” Lotor said.
“And its strange, as Alteans would call him lively…” Kolivan said.
“He’s probably just very homesick. I got it!” Lotor gasped.
“What is it?” Kolivan asked.
“The holoroom! We can program it to look like Altea!
I’m sure doing something like that will let him warm up to us!”
“Great Idea!” Kolivan kissed Lotor on the cheek. “Your brilliant.”
…
Kolivan and Lotor knocked on Lance’s door.
“How may I be of service my Alphas?” Lance bowed his head.
“Actually, it’s how we may be of service!” Lotor smiled.
Lance’s eyes swirled with confusion, but his face stayed calm.
“C’mon!” Lotor grabbed his hand,.
They led him to a dark room.
“We know you’ve been homesick, so we’ve created this program for you.”
Kolivan flipped a switch, and the room spurred to life.
Revealing a field of Altean flowers.
Lance’s eyes lit up.
“You may come here whenever you wish.” Kolivan said.
“Th-Thank you Alphas!” Lance gasped.
And for the first time, Kolivan and Lotor saw lance smile.
I may continue this another time.
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