My Prince (Altean!LanceXGalra!Keith)

we've always known

I felt like I was going to throw up. I mean, who else is totally one hundred percent confident when coming out to their parents? Or should I rephrase, FORCED to come out to their parents. The walk home with Lance's father seemed like it had lasted forever until we finally reached the doorsteps of our home. The king knocked, and it sounded as if the door was about to be busted down until my mother finally opened it. 

"Krolia. We need to talk," He demanded, almost glaring at my poor mother. 

"Yes, I know. This is about what happened earlier, yes?" She asked with a nod in her return. 

We went inside, and all sat together in the living room. The house we lived in was a replica of my dad's shack on Earth. Once my dad finally sat with us, I got excused and sat outside on the patio stairs. I couldn't stop thinking about what Lance was doing, or where he went. I felt bad, but should I? I mean, it isn't my fault he took it the wrong way. Somehow, I couldn't get that feeling of guilt off of my chest. Maybe this guilt came from how his father reacted, or something like that. All I could hope for was Lance's safety. 

Maybe it wasn't worth it, though. Sometimes it's like I'm his everything but then the next minute I get betrayed, or something worse. Even if that was the case, and even if it is all just an act and he doesn't really love me, I don't think I could ever be able to get him off my mind. I don't know what it is about him.. He's just special. Different. 

The door of my house was opened by Lance's father, who took one look at me and then left. My dad stepped out and looked out at him with anxious eyes. 

"We're on probation, you know. He's deciding whether or not to keep us as royal guards" As soon as those words left his mouth my heart sank. I nodded at him and headed inside. 

My mother was on the sofa, picking nervously at her hands. She always did that when she got afraid. I headed to my room, picking up a framed picture on the way. It was a picture of me and Lance when we were children. I remembered that day. He had scraped his knee while playing tag with me, and I felt so guilty that I purposely tripped myself so that he wouldn't feel alone. Would he have done that for me? Back then, maybe. But now.. I feel like in that moment, and right now, it's me who's alone.


*(A/N) I'm so sorry for the short chapter and not updating in so long, I'm starting a new school and I was travelling a lot this summer. Anyways, I hope this is enough for a little while before I post again <3