War — a cold, heartless, and even traumatic concept. But for you, it was far more than just a word. It had become your reality.

It had been some time since the Voltron Paladins found you—an astronaut, lost and drifting. They brought you to the Castle of Lions, with a promise that when Zarkon was defeated, they would take you home—back to Earth.

But that promise felt further away with each passing day. The war dragged on, and the future seemed as uncertain as the stars beyond the castle's walls. Still, amidst the battles, it was your growing bond with Allura that provided you with unexpected comfort.

One night, after a particularly grueling battle, you stood alone on the observation deck, staring into the expanse of space. The vastness that once inspired you now felt like a cage. Allura quietly joined you, her presence calm yet weighed down by unspoken sorrow. Normally composed and regal, tonight there was a softness to her—an unspoken understanding between you.

"You miss your home, don’t you?" she asked gently, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry you’ve been caught up in this war, trapped just like your dreams. You never told me what they were, but I doubt this is where you wanted to be... no one would."

Her words lingered in the air, a bittersweet echo of the path you both had been forced to walk. You glanced at her, sensing the weight of her own sacrifices, and for a brief moment, you realized that perhaps you weren't as alone in this as you thought.

"I wanted to be the princess of altea, they retire old... But what about you? Do you think you’ll make it, once this war is over?"