A/N: Lance's dad gave me a few thoughts last night. For being a scientist, he wasn't dressed right… hmmm… maybe he was someone else back on Galaluna. Before Ilana was princess.

Disclaimer: own nothing except my idea. Which probably isn't right anyways. Ilana's POV

Everyday, I couldn't help but look at Lance's hardened features and cold expression and compare it to my own ideas and life and experiences and think that he never should've been sent with me. Galaluna has (or had, maybe) plenty of other warriors that were worthy of being sent off with me instead of him and all his doom and gloom emotions.

My trust in my father was too great to outright question his royal authority, but I did have the right to know exactly why it was Lance who had been sent with me. I wanted to know the reason why it was him.

Him in all his dark glory to be sent with the bright, cheerful princess of Galaluna to protect her for what could range from days to years to something even longer. A lifetime was even a possibility. It was one I hoped wouldn't come, but the world was a wide range of opportunities. I could've lasted a lifetime on such a beautiful planet. Just maybe not with Lance following and protecting me the whole time.

At that moment, his dark, shadowy figure came in through the door way, his ebony hair and gothic clothes looking all too out of place in my room full of pillows and brightness. "Ilana, breakfast." And those were the only words that passed his lips until he left again with the silence of a ghost.

Sure, he was easily the best fighter on Galaluna, but there was no way I could stand his darkness any longer. It pained me to not know more about him.

Rising from the luxurious comforts of my warm and welcoming bed, I smoothed out my hair with one hand and pulled a robe on over my pajamas before going down the hall and knocking on his door, seeing that it was shut tight. And that usually meant he was lurking inside, either working out or just sitting there and staring at the clouds as they shifted past the open sky.

It took a few seconds but the door opened. He was still wearing his shirt, meaning he hadn't been working out. "What?" he asked, voice a bit snappier than he had probably intended. "I got you up for breakfast because Octus told me to, not so that you could come bother me."

"Who are you?"

A/N: gonna be a story, full out. Not sure how long though. Chapters will get longer as I get further along. This is just an intro sort of. Just review and I'll get back to it faster!

~Sky