OOC: This is a super long starter but a lot of it is starter and explanations! Your reply doesn't need to be nearly as long! This is my first post so I really hope yall enjoy it? Please message me if you want to change or add anything!
IC:
Zarkon was defeated. Years and years of fighting the Galran Empire and he finally fell. For a while the Galran empire was in a state of panic. Trying to find a fitting emperor to light the flame. It was a person from the Blade of Marmora, who are group of aliens and Galra that worked from inside of the bases to try and take Zarkon down when he was still in reign. The Galra empire finally had a hook on things, many of their people still fighting against the new passive way of things but slowly complying. After months of discussing things privately with the Galra, The new Altean Empire sent them request to meet. To form an alliance. Many species were wary with the Galra after everything, but if Altea was able to form an alliance, they were sure to gather more companions. Lance was the Prince of Altea - Son of Alfor and Brother to Allura. He was careless and carefree. He had quite the brain but didn't show it unless working. His personality seemed to flip 100% when talking to officials compared to others. The silver haired male was....wary about the peace treaty. As much as he discussed with the new emperor and knew that their Empire was renewed, the suspicion in him would not sequester. Slowly, the Galran started to colonize. More guards securing in and outside of the castle. The more the Galra moved, the less suspicion he had. Not to mention a lot of the Galran guards were very...attractive. He might have to snag one of them~ Well- maybe. He heard that most Galra are alpha dominants. Meaning they go through aggressive ruts every once in a while. It sounded scary but also exciting.He had quite the reputation among the Galran guards. You sleep with one guard and suddenly you're the royal whore! Rumors spread like wildfire and guards started lying about sleeping with the Prince, talking about his 'time in the bedroom'. Most of them have been excited for the alliance between the two species. It would mean Lance to be an easy target. As much as he enjoyed the attention, some of it intimidated him. Though he knew that he would have to be locked up during his heats. Being an Altean, you were either born a Beta or an Omega. Lance was so lucky to be born an omega.
The prince had silverish hair that was short and curly. His hair contrasted beautifully against his golden skin that was covered in cerulean Altean markings that he has had since he was born. His bangs softly fell, but didn't cover, over the golden circlet that wrapped around his head, a blue that matched his eyes, centering it. His natural flush spread over his cheeks and spread out to pointed ears that held purple earrings that hung low. Lance’s eyes were a stunning mix of sky and royal blue, always staring with curiosity. His outfit consisted of an off the shoulder dress with two high leg slits to reveal his long, golden legs. A baby blue translucent cape that had sparkles littering across it was attached to the fabric on his chest, flowing elegantly behind him. His father made him wear quite revealing cloth to attract more suitors. Since Allura was oldest and a female - she was the one that was forced to marry a royal. On the other hand, Alfor thought that as long as his son had a suitor, it didn't matter the species or rank. He was disregarded for the most parts - being the 'lesser' sibling.
It was the day of the meeting and Lance's nerves couldn't be buzzing more. The royals of both species were lead in, guards sitting in and outside of the room. There was a particular guard that caught his interest - which hasn't happened since he slept with the ONE guard. He was shorter than other guards but still larger than Lance, his braid longer than the Prince has ever seen. He was covered with heavy muscle and armor that could probably pin him against the wall in the /best/ way. Not to mention the deep, rumbling voice he heard earlier while talking to the the royals - His voice would probably sound so good growling into his ear - Lance shook his head and cut the fantasy shorter than it already was. He had to focus on the task at hand. The meeting started after everyone greeted each other. It was barely 30 minutes before his father snapped at him. He brought up a few important topics that were quickly shut down but when he decided to speak up, his father snapped and kicked him out. Telling him to be quiet or leave. He decided to leave. He stood outside the door, furrowing his brows in irritation, unsure on what he did wrong. He shook his head and disregarded his feelings. I guess this gave him time to play with the guard that peaked his interest. He didn’t even bother to say anything, leaning up to breathe a hot breath against his neck with a small grin. “Boo!” He laughed, hoping to stir a reaction out of the male...which seemed to be impossible since they were basically like the Queens guards(y’know like London) which are basically just statues.