Temporary Accommodations [Backstory, part one.]

 His address to the Voltron Coalition is taken quite well, considering everything that had happened in the past, as well as the current fight that they'd all just barely survived. He's escorted down to a nearby planet's surface - not Naxzela, which everyone was still understandably wary of even long after the witch's ship had departed - by several Coalition ships, and a Voltron Lion on either side.

He'd call it a parade of honour, but he knew that honour was very likely the last thing on these people's minds right now, least of all for the son of the Emperor, no matter what else was going on. At least, however, this wasn't providing any surprises. They were all reacting to his presence exactly as he had anticipated on his way there. Cautious, yet grateful. As beings tended to be when their lives were saved.

He remembers Throk, and the easily swayed Galran masses, and wonders how long it will be until, once again, he is made into a scapegoat for someone's grand ideas, or until someone merely becomes the latest in a long line to consider the Prince as a bargaining chip to be used to curry favour with the Empire.

When he lands the ship - only one part of three, the other two left behind, one still on his flagship and the other with Ezor, Acxa and Zethrid - there is a sound that is almost like silence, but not quite. It's the sound of people trying to be silent, and failing as they whisper to each other.

It isn't as though he hadn't anticipated this, too. But he walks out, helmet still on because having just saved many of these peoples' lives or not, only a fool would walk out with no head protection where some might want to take a lucky shot - and everyone steers well clear of him, creating an empty space in which the other ships land, and their pilots walk out, serious and measured expressions on their faces, and he ensures that his own face, visible through his helmet, shows that he is suitably understanding of the situation he's found himself in.

It doesn't take much effort to look convincingly exhausted and, in doing so, harmless enough to be inoffensive to their eyes - which is rather helped by how long he'd been having to live from the part of the Sincline ship he'd been piloting ever since the transmission announcing that he was now a fugitive of the Empire.

He wanted to close his eyes. Let it all go past him, like the stars had as he'd floated not quite aimlessly in his ship. 

But the Coalition were expecting a Prince, and regardless of who his parents were, or what anyone else thought of him, he could not show such weakness in front of these people.