The Rightful King

Allen | 015

  ***TW: sexual harassment/attempted sexual assault. Nothing graphic, but it is implied***

          Allen was sitting in his little alcove of the garden, cigarette burning between his fingers. It was around lunch time, one of the meals they were technically supposed to attend, but he wasn't really hungry, so he'd slipped away after lessons.

Robbie had looked particularly cute today, in a thick sweater tucked into a pair of slacks that shouldn't have looked as good as it did on him. He seemed to be in a good mood, smiling radiantly when he'd seen Allen this morning. The reason why was revealed to him when he'd sat down, his nose assaulted with an overwhelming amount of lavender. When Allen had asked if he'd spent time with the King, he'd giggled and blushed like a smitten schoolgirl, and he knew that he didn't stand a chance.

Not that his feelings for Robbie were anything serious.

Allen brought the filter of the cigarette up to his lips and inhaled, allowing the smoke to sit in his lungs for a few moments before he exhaled. He couldn't help but feel like he was just wasting his time here, but when presented with the opportunity arose to leave, he'd still asked to stay. Maybe he was actually a masochist or something.

With a sigh, he stood up, discarding the half-burned cigarette into a random potted plant. He started down the little maze that made up the gardens, the little twists and turns familiar to him after spending so much time here over the weeks. He was about halfway to the entrance when he heard something that made him pause.

A scuffling noise, followed by some grunts and a growl, that certainly wasn't typical for the gardens. He inched forward, the hairs on the back standing from the smell that followed. Ashy, burnt lavender permeated the air, and just like with Robbie, he had no choice in moving forward. The scent of a distressed Omega overpowered his rational instincts, compelling him to look for the source. He was soon rounding the corner into one of the many secluded areas, and he was greeted with the sight of Princess Emeline's back.

Her head was ducked down, golden ringlets cascading down her back. Allen could hardly see the King, his smaller frame covered by hers as she pressed him against a tree. They were kissing, and neither had noticed his presence yet, and for a moment he contemplated quietly slipping away. He had no idea what the relationship between King Scott and the Princess of Lockmere was like, and it wasn't exactly his place to intrude in the happenings between royals. But then he was breathing in the bitter scent of lavender and aggressive Alpha, and Allen saw red.

He cleared his throat, announcing his presence to the two. They were away from each other in moments, the Princess standing at a respectable distance away from the King. Allen hardly paid her any mind though, instead inspecting King Scott's current state. His chest was heaving, lips bitten red and pupils blown wide from fear as he looked between the two Alphas. The top few buttons of his dress shirt were undone, and Allen's stomach twisted uncomfortably at what sight he might've been met with had he decided to smoke another cigarette before returning to the Palace.

"I didn't mean to intrude." He finally said, keeping his voice carefully calm. The last thing he wanted was for the Princess to interpret him as a threat.

"Well you are," Emeline snapped, straightening her gown. "What do you want?"

Allen was quiet for a moment, scrambling for an answer to that. Instead, he directed his attention back to the King, "One of the Omegas went into heat, my King. I was instructed to fetch you."

"Oh, I see..." He said, voice hardly above a whisper. He didn't make any moves though, instead glancing warily towards the Princess. He'd never seen King Scott anything other than composed, so this unsure version of him was unsettling. Finally, he straightened up, moving away from the tree he'd previously been leaning against. "Right, I should attend to that," He cleared his throat, "Please... please have a good night, Princess. Mr. Perez, if you could lead the way."