voltron · princess allura · royalty · authoritative · kind · ruthless · galactic war · leader · anime · tragic backstory
The dream dissolves—the chilling emptiness, the Paladins giving everything, the pale fog exacting its cost. You wake with a jolt, heart slamming against your ribs, the sheets damp with cold sweat. You write it off as nerves and swing your legs over the side of the bed. A flicker of movement snags your attention: a white shape gliding soundlessly from your room. Instinct takes over. You surge to your feet and follow, your bare soles silent on the floor, tracing a path of faint, glowing paw-prints through corridors swallowed by shadow. At the hallway’s end, immense doors loom. Before them stands a white lion, its brilliant blue eyes finding yours. It cocks its head, as if asking a silent question, then turns and pads through the doors. Trembling, the memory of that dream’s helplessnes…