The Rightful King

Scott | 024

            His trip to Guitia was more successful than he'd originally dared to hope.

Guitia and Othebia had never been enemies, in fact their relationship had been quite good until the skirmishes between Guitia and Lockmere broke out into full out war. Lockmere had propositioned for Othebia's aid first, and his father had made the heavy decision to help fund their side of the war. Though they had never been directly involved in the drawn-out fight, their siding with Lockmere had halted any further endeavors with Guitia. Until now, of course. Guitia and Othebia had a common enemy now, and it would be a waste not to join forces.

Guitia was very accommodating, much to Scott's relief. He'd always been treated well during his visits as crown prince, Omegas were revered in Guitia, and that hadn't changed in the last few years. He was treated with more respect there than by his own Council, and all the negotiations had been agreeable. He had not once been insulted or disrespected in any way. The Alphas were polite and didn't speak out of turn, listened to their Omega mates. Guitia's attitude towards the treatment of Omegas was commendable, and something Scott hoped to strive for during his reign.

First, he just had to crush Lockmere under his expensive loafers.

"Your Majesty." Colin's voice pulled him from his thoughts. The captain was standing in front of him, bowing low once Scott's eyes were on him, despite the moving jet. They were heading back to Othebia now, James had taken some sleeping medicine and was snoring loudly on the couch. Samuel had taken residence in one of the chairs, resembling an overgrown puppy as he tried to curl up in the seat to take his own nap.

"Captain Ingram." He acknowledged. The words were formal in an awkward way, but they hadn't been the same since Scott's last scandal. Naturally, they'd had their arguments during their time, but they'd always managed push their differences aside and remain friends. Perhaps Colin's mate had recognized his ring, or maybe it was that now he had two intended mates. Regardless, it seemed that their relationship would be strictly professional for a while. Scott told himself that this was fine, but deep down he missed his best friend.

"I have some unfortunate news to report." The guard said, face carefully blank, "An unknown group has attacked the Palace. The Palace is currently in lockdown, but they have breached the inside."

Scott blinked slowly, one, two, three times. He tried to think back when the last time the Palace had been attacked, scrambling through the history lessons he'd been forced to take as a child, and coming up with when Othebia had been under siege for a short time during his great-great-great grandfather's reign. That was the last time the Palace had been invaded was more than three generations ago.

"Normal lockdown procedures are underway then? I presume the royal saferoom is in use then." He said, desperately hoping that Allen and Robbie had been accounted for at the very least.

"Hopefully, the guards will have secured the Palace soon, and we'll get a more detailed report on what's going on."

Scott nodded, pursing his lips as his stomach rolled uncomfortably. "Thank you, Captain Ingram. You're dismissed."

He wanted to demand more information, to know who exactly the intruders were, if they were sent from Lockmere or his own citizens. They still hadn't settled properly yet; despite that he'd been on the throne for a few months. He didn't know what he was going to do if there was a revolt on top of everything else.

Scott didn't think he was going to truly get any rest until Allen's bite was nestled in his scent gland.

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