The Rightful King

Scott | 030

            Robbie and Allen made a pretty sight.

When Scott arrived at the ball finally (the announcement had been broadcasted publicly that morning, and all that was left was a ball commemorating the occasion), they were already there, surrounded by a gaggle of people congratulating them. Allen stood tall, a handsome smile on his face as he thanked them, all sharp lines and edges in his fitted suit, the sight of what an Alpha should be. Robbie was almost the exact opposite, his round cheeks rosy and smile full of sweetness as he took up the space at Allen's side, he made for lovely arm candy. Polar opposite in a way that complimented each other, nearly perfectly fitting into their designated roles. Alpha and Omega. The Kingdom had no choice but to love them.

That left Scott in a weird in between, his personality too undigestible to be an Omega, his body too soft to be an Alpha, his emotions too unpredictable to be a Beta. That was okay though, he'd learned a long time ago to make space for himself in the in-between.

He made his way toward his fiancées immediately. Robbie was the first to see him, his expression noticeably brightening as their eyes met. He waved, the rings on his fingers glittering under the lights. The guests moved aside as he got closer, Scott smiled and nodded toward them in greeting.

"Your Majesty," Allen greeted, reaching to take his hand. The Alpha leaned down to place a kiss on his knuckles, eyes full of something dark as he took in his clothing, "You look beautiful tonight."

Warmth pooled in his stomach, tingles running down his spine under the heated gaze. His choice of outfit tonight was different from his normal suits, a sheer, loose button up dripped down his frame, buttoned only halfway up his torso to help show off the lacy bodice underneath. Both were tucked into a pair of slacks to keep some semblance of his normal dress, and long earrings dangled from his ears. The metal tickled his neck as he tilted his head slightly, allowing Allen's lips to skim across his temple.

Robbie's greeting was entirely more intimate, openly kissing him before scenting him for a few moments. It was chaste, perhaps something that might be reserved for lovers that hadn't seen each other in some time, but Scott still allowed it. Even if they were becoming a triad together, he wanted to make it clear which of his intendeds he preferred.

"King Scott!" Robbie gushed, smiling brightly as ever, "You look so good! If you weren't King, I'd suggest that you model. Maybe you should anyway, as a hobby. You're so pretty."

"That's very flattering, thank you," He accepted the compliment, looking over Robbie's clothing for the night. He was in an off the shoulder gown, exposing his soft chest and the freckles that kissed his shoulders. A velvet choker wrapped around his neck, very reminiscent of a collar. No doubt the media already had their hands on the small detail, armed and ready with shallowly researched information on the history of collaring Omegas, and a piss poor opinion on what the piece of fabric represented.

Scott was happy for this fact. He was glad for the PR meeting he'd inevitably be notified to attend in the morning, knowing that they'll be managing headlines about collars and the immeasurable distance between Allen and him, one that Robbie didn't seem to share.

The frivolous articles will only serve to cover the fact that the first batch of soldiers were being sent as reinforcements. The announcement of Othebia's further involvement in Guitia and Lockmere's war was met with mixed reactions. There was a major difference in gaining commerce from selling one side weapons than sending in soldiers for support in a war that had been going on for years. A war that Scott had plunged his kingdom into, over a personal grudge, no less.