@rust-and-revolution, ♥
Ever since leaving the quintessence field, setting their course for Earth and all that had happened after? Allura hadn’t had a moment to breath. To think and let everything catch up. So much had gone on in what felt like a short span of time for her, but there was a three year gap. Kolivan was the only Blade who had survived those three years. The knowledge was a heavy lump in Allura’s throat as she stared out across the Garrison. She’d been given her own apartment, as the Princess didn’t exactly have anywhere else to go. They’d even set her up with a view with the endless sand and mountains beyond the compound. Usually it was a lovely alien sight, but today everything had been made grey. She’d been informed this was the rainy season for the area and such lengthy storms were normal and at first the weather had been a wonder. Rain. Live bringing rain that would see flowers blooming. Something she’d been deprived of within the Castle of Lions. Yet, it never ceased. It matched her mood perfectly. Turning away from the windows, Allura wrapped arms about herself as she sunk into a chair. Three years. The Blades of Marmora. Gone. All gone. Guilt welled up within the Princess as she squeezed herself tighter. “If only Voltron had gotten out sooner. If only-” She sucked in a breath, eyes squeezing shut. “Then maybe Razok might still be...” Allura trailed off, exhaling as she tried to shove the thoughts away. No point in dwelling what was already done. A sudden beep caught her attention as a data screen from atop the table flickered to life. “Princess, you have a visitor.”, a woman’s voice spoke softly before the apartment door gave an audible click.