The Rightful King

Robbie | 007

            Robbie had never really worn a suit before. Never really had a reason to, his family's idea of "dressing up" was nice jeans and a sweater. Now, standing in front of his mirror, in a fitted black blazer and slacks, he wondered why. He looked good, especially with his hair freshly dyed.

"Are you pleased with it, ma'am?" Rowan asked. They were standing off to the side, looking somewhat nervous, "If not, I've prepared other styles, I just thought this might-"

"I love it." He turned to hug the Beta, who seemed thoroughly flustered. "This is great, and I'm sure the other suits are too. Thank you."

"It's my pleasure, ma'am." They replied, face beet red.

"We're happy you like your new clothes, Robbie, but it's late. Let's get you ready for bed, hm?" Katherine said, a pair of silky pajamas in her arms and a look on her face that said she wasn't dealing with any nonsense tonight. She had quickly become more of a mother figure than a maid despite only knowing her for a few weeks, so Robbie obediently let her help him get dressed into the soft clothes, before sending her and Rowan away. Casey had been off for the past few nights, on heat leave.

Robbie had only just settled into bed when there was a knock on his door.

He got up reluctantly, sleepy from the day's activities, figuring it was probably just Katherine or Rowan having forgotten something. He certainly wasn't expecting the King to be there, looking cozy in a turtleneck sweater and round glasses. King Scott smiled, and his brain short circuited.

"Robbie, you look nice tonight." He greeted.

There were a few beats of silence where Robbie glanced down at himself, reminding his brain that he was wearing a pink button up shirt with the shorts to match. "I'm wearing pajamas." He said dumbly.

"They're nice pajamas," The King chuckled, making his heart crawl into his throat because how did he make a laugh sound like that, "I was wondering if you'd like to watch a movie with me?"

Robbie didn't quite understand why the man was even asking, because the man could ask him to do just about anything and he'd oblige, no questions asked. He nodded, "Uhm, yeah sure, Your Majesty. Should I change?"

"What you're wearing is fine."

The King waited patiently while he went to grab his slippers and robe, offering Robbie his arm once they were both in the corridor. He took it, now having had enough time to wonder where they were going to watch this movie at. What if the King took him back to his room? This close he could smell King Scott's scent, something like lavender. What would it be like to scent him? It was sort of a foreign concept to him, despite being an Omega, his family weren't the kind to scent each other, and he'd never been close enough to any of his friends for something like that. He thought back to when he'd cried the other day, how Allen had rubbed his wrists. They'd smelled of sweet mint for a few days afterward, even after having showered. It wasn't a bad smell, not at all, and Robbie had found himself bringing his wrists up to his nose when he felt the least bit stressed.

"Did your maids help you dye your hair, Robbie?" The King asked, pulling him from his thoughts.

"No, another Suitor helped me actually. My maids hated it." He giggled. Casey had nearly had a heart attack once he'd seen his hair. "Do you like it?"

"It certainly isn't traditional, but it suits you. Who dyed your hair?"

"Allen. I haven't been around a lot of Alphas, but he's really nice."