The Rightful King

Scott | 011

            Scott had been to dozens of balls over the span of his lifetime.

He remembered when he was young, and too tiny to be allowed at such functions, sneaking into the ballrooms just so that he could watch, mesmerized by the swishing skirts and interesting smells until ultimately one of his nannies caught him. The glittering chandeliers seemed so much brighter when there were people twirling beneath them, the din of hundreds of voices speaking seemed almost magical. Scott kind of wished he could go back to that time when the prospect of a party was exciting rather than just another headache.

Still, the night seemed to pass quickly. Princess Emeline stuck to his side like glue, but the champagne slid down his throat easily, enough so that he didn't feel quite so nauseous being in her presence.

"Princess," He began once the song had ended, leading her away from the dance floor before she could talk him into another dance, "You're making me out to be a bad host. I really must check on my other guests."

"You've become so uptight, Your Majesty," Again, there was that anger, concealed by a thin layer of playfulness that had Scott's stomach curling uncomfortably, "I remember you being much less concerned about such trivialities just a few short years ago."

"Perhaps you'll understand once you become queen then." He suggested with a bow, "If I don't see you again before the night is over, then I'll see you at breakfast. I do hope that you enjoy the rest of the party, ma'am." Then he beelined away, trying not to make it too obvious that he couldn't wait to get away from her.

He made his rounds, greeting the nobility of the area, and though it was boring, it was definitely a welcome change to the overbearing presence of Emeline. He also grabbed another glass of champagne, though he should probably cut himself off after that glass. He could hold his alcohol well enough, but his thoughts had gotten a little fuzzy in the past hour.

He danced with one of the Beta Suitors that he wasn't particularly attracted too, but it was during the middle of the dance that Scott saw something strange.

Scott wasn't stupid, he had noticed that Allen and Robbie had been joined at the hip as the weeks had progressed. Robbie was cute, in that sort of innocent way that Alphas seemed to like, so he wasn't all too surprised that Allen had interest in the Omega, but it wasn't exactly appropriate. Especially when Robbie seemed to be leaning against him as they made their exit, but really, Scott couldn't tell much as he twirled across the dance floor.

"Unfortunately, I'm going to have to cut this dance short. I'm afraid I have some unexpected business," He bowed quickly, "My deepest apologies."

Scott left the Beta who was stuttering over their words in bewilderment, but he didn't pay her any mind as he made his way towards the doors. It didn't take him long to catch up with them, they were only at the foot of the main staircase. Allen seemed to be trying to pick Robbie up, though the Omega was giggling and squirming away, saying something about "being ticklish."

Robbie noticed him approaching first, brightening considerably. "King Scott!" He called; voice slurred. He stumbled over, and Scott grabbed him by the arm so he didn't topple over, "Please tell Allen to stop being such a meanie."

"A meanie?" He mused, wrapping an arm around Robbie's waist to keep him from potentially running off. He was clearly drunk, if the dark flush on his cheeks and shameless manners were anything to go by. Still, he wasn't sure what was going on, but playing along seemed like a good idea, "Why do you say that?"

"I'm trying to get him back to his room, he's definitely not fit to be out in public, Your Majesty," Allen explained, and Scott definitely caught the way his eyes lingered on where he was touching the other Omega.