Six hours later, we landed on Planet Doom. I knew that Voltron wouldn�t follow us, they just couldn�t leave the people of Arus in the hour of need. As for Bandor, his cruiser wasn�t in any condition for another long flight. But at this moment, I would prefer facing all of them than my father. I came this close to conquering Arus, but it appears that some higher entity protects that damn robot.

I rose from my command chair and rubbed a tight muscle in my neck. I looked up and saw that Romelle was still unconscious. She had become hysterical when we fled Arus, and I had ordered Hagar to silence her.

Cossack entered the bridge and stood beside me, his complexion blanched, his pupil-less eyes fixed on her. �The princess was mad,� he uttered.

�More than mad,� I retorted. She was crazy, insane, and without concern for her own safety.

�I thought she was gonna to fall from there,� Cossack turned even paler. �And break every bone in her pretty little body.�

As usual, old Cossack was squeamish. Unusually, I found myself to be a little squeamish at the thought of her, lying broken and lifeless�

I grimaced. Damn! What was happening to me? Why was I worrying about her welfare?

�Force the Princess to your bed, sire,� Cossack advised. �You have been patient longer than most men in your place would be. Once you have feasted on her flesh, you can turn your mind to more important matters.�

I glanced at him. �Yes, like sending you to the coliseum to fight the robeasts,� I said tersely.

Cossack flushed and looked away. �Forgive me, sire, I meant no disrespect. It is wrong of me to tell you what to do. I accept whatever punishment you deem proper.�

I heaved a heavy sigh. �I don�t have the time or the inclination of punishing you, Cossack. But you�re right, I have given Princess Romelle ample time to accept her fate.�

I used to think I understood women. In fact, I had flattered myself into believing I understood them very well. On the whole they were a simple gender, delighted by little tokens of affection and awed by a man�s strength and bravery. Father disagreed with me. He told me that women only acted amiably because I was a prince. He said that when women were on a manhunt, they acted like damsels in distress. After a man had been trapped- he claimed- they became bold and disrespectful. And that was the signal to get rid of them and find another.

But that didn�t explain Romelle. She had not trapped me; on the contrary, she had fought tooth and nail to stay out of my bed. Was I so repulsive then? My concubines didn�t think so.

When had the gentle Princess of Pollux changed so much?

I remembered her well, when I met her at the coliseum, all smiling grace and amiable goodness, obedient and mild�and some how she has become a fiery termagant, just like Allura.

I pursued her relentlessly, listened to her yearning for her family and her castle, and then tried to seduce her. But I had frightened the princess with my impetuous appetite, an appetite that had even taken me by surprise. If only I could have had her then, I now would have been glad for it. She wouldn�t have informed the Voltron Force about our plans regarding the Omega Comet. Instead, she would be in my arms, contented from my lovemaking, and, when I was done stroking her supple body, kissing her luscious mouth, suckling on those magnificent breasts, she would be looking forward to our next lovemaking.

I had never been particularly enthralled with marriage, until I met Allura. But with her out of my grasp, I decided to focus all my attention on Romelle. I knew that other men would consider my attitude toward her ridiculous. If a woman belonged to a man, and he desired her body, she gave it�or he took it. Yet from the beginning, I had not been able to force her.

My frustration at my own stupidity and constant taunting from my father made my blood race, and deliberately, I turned my mind away. She had been reckless and wayward, and she deserved what was coming to her. I should have suspected her plan, but�when had Romelle become the kind of woman who would climb down a tower to escape her destiny?

To escape me�Crown Prince Lotor of Doom!

I looked up at her once again. But I�ll show you�you will yield to me whether you want to or not. I have spent months dreaming of our coupling, and you will not deny me, Romelle. Your will never deny me again!

�Take her back to her chambers,� I told Cossack, �and tell the headmistress to treat her gently.�

�Yes, sir.�

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