My Sweet Boy | Omegaverse

Chapter 8

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Robin wasn't feeling well. He usually prided himself for having a great immune system. He couldn't remember the last time he had fallen ill. He must have caught something at the King's court. He shouldn't have gone there for more than one reason.

Robin started attending his father's court three years ago when he turned sixteen. His father didn't care what he did with his free time. Robin didn't think his father knew he came to every assembly. Robin wanted to keep himself up to date on the Kingdom's governance, be it political matters, trade or judiciary. Well, he hated the judicial system of his country. Most of the laws were extreme. Most crimes, even the petty ones, were subjected to execution. Robin didn't agree with his father's politics. He made a detailed report on all the policies that he thought needed to be changed, removed or reformed. One day he wanted to present the report to his father. Change things for the better.

When he saw Victor in the offender's line, he was shocked. For a second he thought his uncle found out they hadn't had sex. But then his Aunt came forward and Robin knew why he was being punished. He wondered why Victor denied having sex with Aunt Katrina when he had been doing it for the past two years. The prospect of him not doing it because of Robin, made him feel weirdly happy. But there was nothing happy about the consequences of his action. RObin didn't want to think too much about it. This Alpha was taking too much of his head space as is. But then the executioner started to flog Victor and Robin went still. Robin had never been hit before, so he didn't know how much it hurt but from the looks of it he knew it must hurt a lot. The cotton shirt Victor was wearing was tatted to shreds, the fabric painted red with blood. It was hard to watch. He could almost feel the blows on his own back. For a second he thought about going to his father and requesting him to stop the unjust punishment but his father had already, leaving Victor to take the punishment without mercy.

"I brought the healer, young master," the maids said, knocking on the door.

"Great. Let him in." Robin sat up straighter.

"What is the matter, Robin? Sia said you haven't been feeling well," the healer said, putting down his equipment on the bedside table.

"Yes. My whole body is aching, I feel queasy, and feverish."

"Let me see." The healer checked his eyes, tongue, poked at his tummy, listened to his heartbeat and checked his temperature as well.

"You seem fine. Have you been sleeping well?"

"I..uhmm...not really." Robin couldn't tell the healer that thoughts of a certain Alpha was keeping him up at night.

"That might be the reason. Here," the healer prescribed him camomile tea. "This will make you sleep better."

"That's it?"

"Yes. There is nothing wrong with you."

"So you are saying I am feeling this awful, almost like I am dying, because I didn't get enough sleep?"

"It could be."

Robin wanted to scream in frustration. He thought he would prescribe some antibiotics, painkillers, or downright anesthesia, but all he gave him was some tea.