The Rightful King

Robbie | 031

  **TW: brief mentioning of sexual content and panic attack**

          Robbie had always had a vague respect for the King even before he'd met him. He had never been the kind of person who followed the royal family closely, but it was impossible to live in Othebia and not know a few things about them. They were so prominent, and often controversial, and people always talked. Robbie had admired Scott when he was crowned prince, he always seemed to stay true to himself, regardless of what the media said. Robbie's respect for him grew when he came to the Palace. Scott had a presence that surrounded him that Robbie had never experienced before, a cold and domineering air that dared anyone to disagree with him. So sure of himself, and Robbie wondered if it was something that merely came with being royalty or if it was something that came naturally to him.

He hadn't realized how much their personal dynamic relied on Scott's dominant personality. Because now he was in heat, and Robbie felt like he was stumbling from the whiplash.

He'd had a few minutes to talk with Allen while the King had built his nest, and while the Alpha had reassured him that he'd do fine, that his instincts would help guide him to take care of Scott properly, Robbie wasn't so sure. He'd only had one heat himself, and they hadn't discussed what Scott did and didn't want during his heat. He'd have to tread very, very carefully, because the last thing he wanted was to hurt the King.

Scott looked at him with such reverence too, as he scurried around the room, gathering water bottles and energy bars to put them in a place for easy reach, getting the pills Scott would need to take soon (one suppressant and one birth control capsule). He rested his head against the wall of his nest, expression so unguarded and so unlike his normal indifferent mask. Robbie had never seen him look so soft.

Robbie remembered how much of a comfort Scott had been during his heat, so reassuring and gentle, but still clearly in charge.

Allen dropped off his shirts, and Robbie thanked him quickly. Scott took to the new materials immediately when offered, and he gets to watch the sweet scene of Scott looking around his with furrowed brows, clearly thinking hard about where he's going to place the new fabric. Warmth bubbled in his chest; it was nice to see Scott so soft.

He gets settled again once he's found a home for the shirts, moving languidly like a cat, yawning and stretching out against the mounds of plush blankets and pillows. He looks like the definition of an Omega in pre-heat, relaxed and hazy, so utterly unaware of his surroundings.

"Scott," He called out softly, hoping to get his attention, but the other doesn't outwardly respond. His head cocked to the side a little, like he's aware that someone is speaking, but was otherwise unresponsive. It's strange to see just how quickly Scott had dropped, just over an hour ago he'd only begun smelling of heat, and now he didn't seem to recognize his own name. When he had mentioned previously that his heats were irregular, Robbie hadn't thought it would be like this. "Omega," He tried again, this time a little firmer, "Can you look at me?"

The King did look up then, eyes a little unfocused. Whether or not he truly recognized him right now Robbie wasn't sure, but he did noticeably brighten a little after his nostrils flared, no doubt knowing his scent. He straightened, "Oh, hi." He said, hands fluttering beside him as though unsure about the state of his nest. He smiled then, a little sheepish, a little hopeful, like he wanted to ask if Robbie liked his nest or not but was too shy to say the words.

How many people had seen Scott like this? Had anyone? He was always so composed, so perfectly in control of his "Omega" instincts. It nearly felt like a privelege that Scott was allowing him to see him in such a vulnerable state.