The grand hall of the castle of Lions was lit up bright by the blue sconces, the sound of joy emanating from the space. It was a small celebration, in light of the fact that the Castle and Voltron would be taking off tomorrow. Keith stood beside Hunk, raising a brow as Lance fell to the floor from the shear, disgusting taste of nunvill. “I think you’re over exaggerating.” Keith rose a brow, glancing down at the blue Paladin with a deadpan stare.