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King Scott and Allen were meant to be together. Allen was a handsome Alpha whose family was in high political standing. He was scary looking in an I’m-buff-and-masculine sort of way, and he was charismatic. The King was a beautiful and confident Omega. He seemed so sure of his position as a monarch, as if the idea of being anything but had never crossed his mind. Allen leading beside him would only solidify this notion. They would be the perfect power couple.
Robbie, on the other hand, was average looking at best, chubby, and awkward. He had a hopeless crush on an Alpha who would never reciprocate his feelings. His parents were barely considered middle class and had seven children, Robbie being the only Omega of the entire bunch. He didn’t have a high school diploma, his only job experience was a part-time position at a library, and when he was finally sent home from this competition, he’d probably be married off to the first alpha that would have him.
These negative thoughts swirled around his mind as he studied his wet, naked form in the mirror of his bathroom. His scraggly, faded hair was dripping onto the tiled floor, creating tiny pools of water. His eyes were green, like the King’s, but they weren’t piercing and complex like his. No, his eyes were a gross mucus-y color, sort of like peridot. His gaze dragged downward to the large, purplish hickey on the side of his neck. A sense of shame shot through him again, making him frown harder as he studied the suction bruise. He couldn’t remember anything from the night before, but he’d woken up in Allen’s bed this morning. He doubted anything had actually happened between them, but he’d quietly left the Alpha’s room before he could wake up. Truthfully, Robbie would rather not know what had happened. Supposedly ignorance was bliss.
He sighed and finally turned away from the mirror, drying off with a fluffy towel before quickly dressing. He had spent most of the day sleeping away his first hangover and it was well past dinnertime at this point. Feeling restless, Robbie tugged on some comfy slippers and started down the Palace’s plush corridors. The guards ignored him like usual, but Robbie still felt awkward passing them. He did his best to choose hallways that had little-to-no guards when he could.
It was when Robbie was in one of these deserted hallways that he got an uneasy feeling in the pit of his tummy. He couldn’t figure out why at first, thinking it was just the irrational fear of being alone, until he passed a particular door. A crashing noise came from inside, followed by a short shriek that made Robbie nearly jump out of his skin. Panic shot through him. What if someone was getting murdered? He figured he should go investigate, but then what if he became the murderer’s second victim of the night? Maybe he should go get a guard, but then, what if the guards were in on the murder? Then he was going to get murdered for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
He didn’t know how long he stood there, but the sound of whimpering pulled him from his absurd thoughts. He breathed deeply, steeling himself as he placed his hand on the doorknob. Better to die a hero than a coward, right? He turned the knob and pushed open the door. It was a lot lighter than expected, so it banged against the wall forcefully, making him cringe at the jarring noise.
Apparently, the only thing he was dying from was crippling mortification.
That Princess, Emeline or whatever, had King Scott pushed against a wall. They were in a pretty compromising position, and both were staring at him. Robbie almost started apologizing profusely and trying to make a run for it, until he really took in his scene. The way Princess Emeline was glaring at him, with her hands wrapped around the King’s wrists so tightly that her knuckles were white. The way that Scott’s eyes were blown wide, like a cornered animal’s, and his body was shaking profusely.
He stared unashamedly; trying to come up with something to say, his mouth opening and closing like a fish’s.
“Is there something you need?” Princess Emeline’s voice was short and snappish, almost daring him to say something she didn’t like.
Robbie cringed, trying to come up with something. He needed to get the King out of this situation, but it felt like his brain was short-circuiting under the Princess’s heated gaze.
“Well?” She demanded, tone edging anger.
“I-I, the King.” He stammered out awkwardly, averting his eyes so he didn’t lose what little resolve he had. “I was told to find him. Some-something happened between the Suitors, a fight.”
“We’re in the middle of something.” Robbie didn’t miss the way the King flinched.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, “I can get a council member if you’d like.”
Emeline growled, the sound coming out low and menacing, but she let go of Scott. The King scrambled away from her immediately and looked to Robbie. He looked like he was doing everything to keep up some shred of composure. “Lead the way.” He said quietly, voice cracking at the end.
So, they exited the room and started down the hallway, leaving the angry Alpha in that room. It was silent between them until they got a good few corridors away from her. “Is there actually a fight?” Scott asked.
Robbie looked over at him. He was gazing down the hallway, jaw clenched. “No, there isn’t.”
“Right. Well, I’ll be going then.” He turned quickly to leave, but Robbie grabbed his wrist.
“Wait. No, you’re coming with me.”
“Excuse me?” The King asked, but Robbie didn’t answer as he dragged him back to his own room. He asked a few more times where they were going but stopped when he got no answer.
Once he’d successfully forced Scott into his room, he finally explained himself. “You’re going to go shower, get clean, and then we’re watching movies.” Robbie shoved some of his clothes into his arms. “Now go.”
Fortunately, he seemed too surprised to argue. While he was washing off, Robbie ordered hot chocolate and some snacks before picking out a few good-natured movies for them to watch.
Soon enough they were both sitting in Robbie’s bed, watching some cartoon Disney movie. Robbie wasn’t really watching it as he kept glancing over at Scott. The Omega hands were shaking and his eyes were trained on the TV screen. He didn’t think Scott was actually paying attention, but at least he wasn’t alone. Surely, whatever breakdown that would ensue tonight would be better to have with someone there for him.
He was surprised when the king’s head dropped onto his shoulder. “Robbie, I…” He trailed off and Robbie waited, but the seconds ticked by and he didn’t continue his sentence.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to talk about it.” He hummed quietly. “Just talk to someone about it, okay? Someone who you trust.”
He swallowed and nodded. “Thank you.” He whispered. They sat in silence for a while with no noise except for the movie playing in the background. Scott’s grip on his mug slackened and he took it from his grasp before it could spill.
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