The Royal Castle; Planet Pollux
Princess Rommelle lay awake in her bed. Sven was sleeping beside her, his arm around her waist, holding her close as he always did. He was sweet..her Sven. She was glad when he came back to Pollux with her. She knew he loved her -thought she was an angel...just like Allura..her cousin.
Rommelle frowned slightly thinking about her. Allura...that innocent, little...I hope Zarkon rapes her over and over again....she won't be so innocent anymore.she thought with spite.
When she had heard from Coran about the explosion and that Keith and Allura had been taken to Doom, she acted horrified like her idiot brother Bandor did and told Coran to go ahead and evacuate Arus citizens to Pollux as previously planned. To Rommelle's thinking, if Allura never came back, the citizens of Arus would be hers-not Arus'After all, she was good enough to take them in-why not? She all but shouted with glee when she heard that Zarkon - King Zarkon had married that little chit! How deliciously ironic! And Lotor, ha! He wouldn't have his precious angel! Oh, it was all too funny!
Still, it bothered her that Allura had this-this sway over men the way she did-she didn't even try as Rommelle had-and they looked almost alike too! Rommelle noticed that all men seemed to be drawn to that little bitch like she was so special...ha!
Then she heard from Coran that Hagar, that ugly witch, promised him to free Allura and Keith from Doom, returning them to Arus-hopefully before Zarkon could have sex with her.
I hope not..she thought. Maybe then Lotor wouldn't think she's so pure anymore.
Rommelle still hadn't got over the fact when Lotor had been with her, he called out Allura's name-always Allura! Contrary to what she told everyone, she enjoyed being with Lotor-he was an excellent lover-very persuasive,like Avok was.She still missed him: her protector, her savior,her rescuer from her father's drunken rages and lusts....wasted in a robeast. She would have been Queen if he had lived..now what would she be-regent until Bandor turned twenty, and then what? Married off to some idiot prince without a brain in his head? Rommelle hated the edict of her line that said the crown only went to the male of the family. She was smart, as smart and clever as her father Avian had been-hell of a lot better than Bandor-that idealistic fool.
He was another one of those in love with Allura. He wrote poetry to her and never sent it! How pathetic! He had so many ideas about the Alliance and Pollux. Weak-minded fool! Someday, she would rule here, maybe Arus too, why not? She deserved it, not Allura or Bandor.
Rommelle thought maliciously,I hope she never comes back...I hope he gets her pregnant every year until her body sags! Then he'll throw her in the Pit of Skulls! That will teach her she isn't special!
And Lotor? He deserved to suffer too. Rommelle would have married him when he asked her,only she knew he only wanted her because he couldn't have Allura
...oh yes, Rommelle's good enough to bed...but marry..oh no!.
She remembered that her body stiffened and froze whenever he would call her cousin's name..and he would say it as a man truly in love.Oh yes, he loved Allura all right,but who loved poor Rommelle? No one.No one except Avok...and he was dead. She felt a slight shift as Sven turned, and she thought jealously,
...he's probably in love with her too..that whole damn Voltron Force treated her like a queen.I hope the hell she never comes back.
Zarkon could have her! Rommelle adjusted her pillows, laid back and with these spiteful thoughts, soon went to sleep