The Rightful King

Robbie | 013

            Robbie had never been hit by a truck before, but he imagined how he felt now was something similar.

He had just woken up and everything was too bright. Someone must have opened the curtains as he slept, the sunlight grating against his eyelids, making his head pound harder. An involuntary groan slipped past his lips and he buried his face into his pillow to block out the light. He didn't have the mental capacity to figure out just why it smelled of lavender at the moment, instead just inhaling more of the calming scent.

"Are you finally awake, ma'am?" The voice was loud, perhaps a little amused, and it definitely belonged to Katherine.

"No." He mumbled; voice muffled.

Katherine laughed, but left him be for a while. Eventually though she coaxes him to sit up, forcing Tylenol and water into him, along with a few bites of breakfast. He wasn't hungry, not in the slightest, but he'd thrown up whatever food had been in his system at around three in the morning and didn't want to get sick over the pain medication.

After a shower and dressing into comfortable clothes, Robbie ultimately decided to stay in his room for the day. There was a lounge area in the corner of his room, with a game console he hadn't used much yet, so he decided to progress in one of the games he'd been casually playing over the last few weeks. His maids were milling about, quietly tidying things (what exactly he isn't sure, the room is practically spotless) and Robbie had half a mind to send them away when there was a knock on the door.

Casey is the one who answers. "Oh, Your Majesty." The maid is surprised, but he curtseys low, "How may I assist you?"

"I was hoping that Ms. Quarrels is currently available." The King inquires, and Katherine looks like her eyes are going to pop out of her head. Robbie's wearing a pair of sweats, they're soft and matching, definitely an upgrade to the ratty t-shirts he generally relaxes in, but it's still not appropriate to be in the presence of a King.

"Uhm, he is," Casey confirms slowly, glancing into the room with a hint of panic in his eyes. Katherine waves her arms frantically, as if to say, No, he looks like a commoner right now. "Er, can he have a minute? He's not... decent?"

Robbie briefly considered what consequences would come of strangling on of his maids, but the King chuckled, "I'm afraid that I don't have much time. I'm sure whatever state of dress Ms. Quarrels is in is perfectly acceptable."

"Of course, Your Majesty." Casey bowed quickly before stepping out of the doorway. Then King Scott came into view, and Robbie stood so that he could bow properly. He was in a perfectly tailored suit as usual, seeming to have foregone a tie for the day, leaving the top few of his dress shirt unbuttoned that revealed the soft skin of his clavicle.

"We'll leave you two be," Katherine announced, curtseying as she passed the King, and ushering Casey out along with her. The door shut with a click, leaving nothing but the tinkling noise of videogame music coming from the pause screen on the television.

"How are you feeling? I encouraged your maids to allow you to sleep in." Scott said softly, like he had been genuinely sick rather than recovering from a hangover. The concern in his eyes made Robbie's heart flutter. As he got closer, he offered a neatly folded sweater that he had failed to notice before.

Robbie took it, confused only for a moment, before the scent of lavender hit him. This was undoubtedly the sweater that King Scott had slept in, and he was offering it to him for his nest. The thought made him blush, and memories from the night before only embarrassed him further. "My head hurts a little, but that's it," He responded, distracted by the itch under his skin, the urge to go and find a place for the sweater among his other items.