Warnings: Implied/Referenced smut. Mentions of nudity.
Summary: After marrying Allura and moving into the castle with her when they become King and Queen. But how is a boy who grew up in the desert with hardly a penny to his name going to adjust to suddenly being one of the wealthiest people in the galaxy.
A/N: So I know I haven’t written for Kallura in forever, but I got this cute idea for a fic. And I don’t know if Kallura Day is still a thing or not, but as fate would have it, I got this idea just in time for it 😂 Enjoy!
Keith groans as he opens up the large double doors in front of him and finds himself back at the grand dining room.
“Dammit I’m going in circles again.” Keith groans.
He shuts the doors and then walks down the hallway, smiling at the Alteans that he passed who bowed to him. So far that was about the only adjustment to his life that he’d gotten comfortable with since he moved into the palace. By some miracle he had gone from a poor boy with no prospects for his future living in a glorified shed in the desert, to a paladin of Voltron, to the Commander of Voltron, and now here he was as King of the new Galtean Kingdom that had been created after he married the love of his life. He knew that by marrying her he’d have to get used to a whole different lifestyle that he had only seen in movies and he was more than happy to make that adjustment because he loved Allura more than anything and he had responsibilities now as a King so he knew it would take some getting used to but he didn’t expect it to be this hard.
It had now been just over a year since they got married and settled down in the largest building Keith had ever been in and he was still managing to get lost in what was supposed to be his home that he shared with his wife. For the first few months Allura and the other servants and advisors that worked with them had found it adorable that Keith needed directions for where to go in the palace and assured him that in two weeks he’d know this place like the back of his hand. But the only thing he’d known was the front of his hand that he kept slamming against his forehead every time he wound up somewhere other than where he was supposed to be! Even Kosmo had memorized this place’s layout before he did! And that only made him even more embarrassed. So instead of asking people for directions he would just whistle for Kosmo and ask him to teleport him where he needed to go.
And thankfully almost every room in this palace had high ceilings because his cosmic wolf was now the size of an Earth horse. So the only place he really shouldn’t be in were the kitchens, which wasn’t a problem unless they were cooking a lot of meat in which case Kosmo wouldn’t be able to resist the smell and teleport in there and eat his fill while the terrified chefs would run out of there screaming. So now they’re only cook two meat dishes a day, for everyone’s safety.
Once the two Alteans were gone from his sight he whistled for Kosmo and he appeared in front of him with a small tree branch in his mouth and his tail wagging happily.
“Hey buddy. Do you have any idea where the private outdoor pool is?” He asks his wolf.
Kosmo nods his head, shaking leaves off of the branch in the process before letting Keith hold onto his fur and teleporting them there.