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Allura bowed her head, hiding her shaking as Coran places the delicate coronet on her head, the crowd erupting into cheers.
“All Hail Allura, TRUE Queen of the Altean!”
“Long Live the Queen!”
“Queen Allura!”
She stood slowly, looking out on all the mixed species of the Voltron Collalition, from the Arusians, to the Okarai, even Galra stood in the crowd in front of her.
Then she saw Pidge-Katie- leading the new Paladins in the ceremonial armor Coran insisted on them wearing. She stopped breathing as they all knelt before her, their right hands fisted across their chests.
“As leader of the Paladins of Voltron, I, Katherine Holt, pledge the loyalty of myself and my comrades. We are your sword and shield, ready to live or die by your command.” Allura gave them a small bow.
“I, Queen Allura Of New Altea, accept you and your team as my Paladins, my sword and shield, to live or die by my command. Now rise, my Champions.”
They all stood, moving to stand behind her, except for Katie, who stood beside her. Allura looked at her of the corner of her eye, heart beating wildly. The once quiet girl who defied her leadership now accepted her as her Queen, ready to do whatever she had to to ensure Allura’s safety.
As Allura continued to study her, she felt her face heat up, a warm rush of attraction flowing through her. Hard times had made her face thinner and sharper, and her hair was cut far closer to her head then it was before. Katie noticed her looking and gave Allura a small smile.
“Would it please my Queen if I escorted her to the ball tonight?” Allura had to bite back a girlish squeal. A childhood dream come true.
“It would greatly please me. I should’ve ready by six.” The other woman smiled broadly.
“It’s a date then.”