“Perhaps it’s a bit menacing.” The Empress cocked an eyebrow as she grabbed at the shoulders of the armor Shiro was wearing.
“More inviting than the galra designs, Princess.” Coran helpfully chimed in.
Shiro glanced at himself then to the Altean Empress. “I never actually agreed to this whole ‘Paladin’ thing, your eminence.” which was true. She had offered, not ordered, in ended in a question, and Shiro chose not to answer. Now here he was trying on various sets of armor under the watchful eyes of Empress Allura and her aide, Coran.
“I have a feeling you’ll come around, Shirogane. You’re a good man, an excellent pilot, and you take into consideration the feeling of all those you meet. In my very being I can feel the pull of the black lion requesting you.” She stepped away, adjusting her cape and smiling brightly at him. “And do call me Allura.”
“If I call you Allura, you should call me Shiro.”
Her smile reached her eyes and they shone slightly.
“Very well Shiro. You are free from my ministrations.” She reached up and patted him slightly on the cheek before exiting the room. It should have been humiliating, a gesture that was meant to only mock him and his current captivity. But somehow, it felt sweet. Maybe there was an altean meaning behind it?
He looked over to Coran who was already sorting the different armor sets.
“So, Shiro is it then? Not Shirogane.”
“Shiro is what my friends call me.”
“Hmmm.” The older Altean raised his eyebrows “You’re friends now, eh?” He grinned.
Shiro shrugged as he started to take off the current armor set “Yeah. Maybe.”