The Rightful King

Allen | 019

            "Allen!" Robbie called excitedly.

Allen turned just in time for the Omega to barrel into him, and he only barely managed not toppling over as he caught him. It had only been five days since he'd last seen him, but it had felt like much longer than that. He was positively glowing as he grinned, "I've missed you so much!" He squealed before pulling him down to scent him.

Apparently he had forgotten where they were in his excitement, or perhaps he just didn't care, because all of the other Suitors who were also waiting for the King's arrival to sit down for breakfast were watching the scene unfold.

"I missed you too." He murmured, sending a glare towards those who were staring. He dipped his head down to Robbie's hair, breathing in his scent. He smelled of happy, content berries and the King's lavender. There wasn't a hint of distress to be found, and he felt himself relaxing. He had been worried sick for the last few days, afraid that his first heat was going to go well. "How are you feeling?" He gently pulled back, eyes falling to the high turtleneck he was sporting today.

He chose not to think about the implications of his covered neck.

"I'm kind of tired, but good! I'm happy to be out of bed." Robbie smoothed down the lapels of Allen's suit, suddenly shy, "Scott said he wanted to talk to you after breakfast."

He nodded slowly; the King had promised to speak with him after Robbie's heat. Allen still didn't have an answer, but there were some things he needed answers to before he could even begin to consider it. "I hope it's something good then." He decided to feign ignorance, "Now go eat, you need to regain your strength."

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King Scott looked like he'd been mauled by a bear.

He had worn a turtleneck similar to Robbie's during breakfast but had apparently taken the time to change on the way to his study. Now, the Omega was sporting a collared dress shirt with the top buttons undone, exposing the bruises and teeth marks littered across the expanse of his neck and chest. Allen tried not to stare as he sat down, but the smug smile pulling at the King's lips was even worse to look at.

His desk had been cleared of the papers generally cluttering the surface, a traditional black and white chessboard sitting on the shiny wood. The pieces were already in place, and The King was staring at him expectantly. "White goes first." He gestured toward the ivory pieces on Allen's side.

He wanted to refuse, annoyed that King Scott wanted to play a useless game of chess with him, but his Alpha recognized a challenge, and he was hopeless to refuse.

Allen moved a pawn forward, and the game began.

King Scott was good at chess. Scratch that, he might as well have been a master. Not even ten minutes later of silently moving pieces across the board, he had Allen in check mate, his queen sitting dangerously close to Allen's king.

With a sigh, he sat back, crossing his arms over his chest. "What was the point in that?"

"I'm looking for a new chess partner." King Scott seemed to pout, which was an odd expression on his face. He stood up and grabbed a fancy wooden box the board game belonged in and began clearing the pieces. "My father and I used to play every day, and truthfully I have missed playing, but I haven't found anyone as good as he is. You have potential, though."

"That might take a while." Allen snorted. What potential the King was talking about, he wasn't sure. He'd just lost miserably.

"Well, we have time, don't we?"