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Over symphonic songs, partner’s hands touching intimate curves, perfume and cologne scents fighting to overpower one another, sweets melting on tongues and champagne to wash it down, the only figure the steady-eyed knight was able to focus on, was the character and feature of the upcoming Queen of Argyll. With the overload of her senses, no matter how loud the orchestra played at how sweet and how confusing the conflicting smells are, Mairi’s cautious eyes always travel back to her. Perhaps it was the “silly school-girl crush”, or the duty of protection to the over omega princess, Mairi’s gaze did not once stray away for too long. The deep pools of brown that bordered on the deepness of night watched protectively over her lady, her majesty. Still, over the distracting grand dresses of all colors worn by the beautiful ladies and handsome men in suits with flowers and ties of all types, the only thing that captivates her gaze was Sorcha of Argyll. Even in the crowd of heaving chests, slightly perspiration peoples, wild pheromones that tried to overpower one another, shone the future Queen of Argyll.
The final song before the band’s intermission rounds to an end and the hundreds of people that previously littered the dance floor staggered to the tables they were designated to. Sorcha sheepishly bowed and crept from the unlikely alpha that attempted to court and attain her. A spin on her heels as she turned to walk away, the future Queen of Argyll caught the steady gaze of Mairi. A blush of her pale cheeks brightened her face but nothing was ever so bright as her smile that dashed across her face like a crescent moon, faint but still prominent. Mairi, herself, could feel the heated blood rushing up to her face, leaving her tanned cheeks lightly tinted in rosy hues. With an attempt to remain aloof, she tried forcing down the grin, but Mairi felt the pain of muscles trying to fight her and gave in to the ecstatic emotions. Seemingly, against her will, Mairi’s once pensive expression turned to one of an embarrassed schoolgirl as her muscles won against her, pulling her lips into a sweet yet nervous smile. The nervousness that this girl gave to Mairi was far too much for her to bear. Her heart truly felt in danger when dealing with the future Queen of Argyll. Whether that be due to the butterflies that always bumped around her stomach, the fear of rejection, or the excitement that came with the thought of having the future Queen of Argyll to herself.
Sorcha’s smile only brightened as she saw the slight crunching of the alpha’s face before Mairi decided to smile completely. One could only be serious for long. Sorcha allowed her eye-line to fall submissively, to give herself a moment of clarity. A moment to silently squeal and wonder if Mairi was smiling and blushing at her all while she continued her track towards the Head-Knight. The Head-Knight had taken the few moments she had to allow herself a deep breath to calm her nerves too, and quick glance into the darkened window she stood by to make sure her slightly curly hair was not frizzed or out of place. While Mairi gazed out the dark window to see her reflection, she was able to witness her childish grin and slightly reddened face. Truly a rare sight that few lucky people were to see, and Sorcha just happened to be one to witness the beauty of straight teeth, and tinted lips curled into a smile of genuine joy.
Sorcha ostensibly snuck up on Mairi, even though Mairi had a clear view behind her, the knight seemed a bit too distracted on gathering the composure that quickly fleeted her being. “Good evening, Mairi,” Sorcha dipped her head towards the knight. Mairi quickly spun around, mouth growing dry with her nervousness. “Oh- Sorcha, your highness-” Mairi said, almost choking out the words. “Good evening to you as well. I take it you're enjoying yourself tonight?” Mairi bowed back to her princess. Sorcha sighed and looked towards the side, longing, and thoughtfulness washing over her face.
“Oh, well.. If I may be honest. It’s been less than ideal.” Socha’s eyes trailed back into the scholarly eyes of Mairi’s. “Less than ideal?” The Head Knight asked, “And why is that?” Sorcha smoothed a pleat of the ruby-red gown she wore, a way to keep her mind at ease while she gazed into the beauty of the night, all captured in Mairi’s eyes. “Sure, the dancing is fun, “ Sorcha glanced away for a second but she quickly grew hungry to stare at the knight’s face once more. “However, the partners are the downside. So... “ The princess inhaled deeply as she thought, locks of blonde falling from underneath the ruby-tiara that held the hair down.
“So uncultured and unkind,” Sorcha said after she exhaled. “You haven’t found a new partner have you?” Mairi stood up a bit straighter and held her head a little higher. The alpha’s new confident posture allowed the golden awards that she wore proudly and golden buttons that ran down her form-fitting military officer's coat to glint and glisten under the chandelier light. Sorcha cracked a smile, “I don’t believe I have… yet,” the omega teased. Mairi reached for Sorcha’s hand that still stroked the red beaded lace of the gown’s skirt. “I sincerely hope you find one, Princess,” Mairi cupped her other hand over Sorcha’s, not breaking their eye contact.
Mairi watched the sheer panic grow on the omega’s face. But this panic was not fear. This was a panic of a heart skipping several beats, a panic of butterflies in one’s stomach desperately flapping around and trying to escape from out your throat, and the panic of a deeper found attraction. Sorcha’s panicked face was able to watch the smugness and the pride seep onto Mairi’s, leaving the alpha in control of the situation with no objection to the passive princess. “Sorcha,” Mairi gently pulled Sorcha’s hand up, “May I please have the rest of the evening’s dances with you?” A soft giggle erupted from Sorcha’s throat as the panic turned to overwhelming joy, however, instead of giving into such childish giddiness the omega remained as calm as possible. “Of course, Mairi,” she said, grinning, “I would truly be honored, my lady.” Mairi slipped her top hand under Sorcha’s, now both of the alpha’s calloused hands rested underneath. With ease and a gentle motion, Mairi kissed the top of the princess’s hand, which was met with more childish laughter. Mairi herself appeared bright and overjoyed; a bloated smile and a general aura of honor about her.
“They won’t be playing for a while, “ Sorcha huffed softly. Mairi held the omega’s hand, interlocking their fingers like a briar wall before simply saying, “No matter, my lady. Would you care to get some fresh air?” A simple rise and drop of Sorcha’s shoulders indicated her indifference, “I don’t mind. Let’s go.” Sorcha began to lead Mairi out of the ballroom, their hands still nearly woven together like a fine tapestry containing a family’s crest. As the pair approached the door, Mairi took it upon herself to push the door open for the young lass, who dipped her head in appreciation as she walked out with the alpha behind her.
Sliding out into the hallway and shutting the door, closed off the noisy chatter. Sorcha sighed in relief, letting go of the alpha’s hand to step in the middle of the hallway. Mairi herself seems relieved to be somewhere decently quiet as well. “Nice to have a moment alone?” Mairi asked. Sorcha cracked a smile, “Oh of course! I haven’t been able to breathe all night! Plus,” the omega mentioned, “I’m glad I get to be alone with you.” Mairi began to stroll down the candle-lit hall, away from the ballroom. “Is that so?” She asked, glancing back at Sorcha. The omega began to trot next to her, the ruby heels she wore, audibly clicked on the floor. “Well of course. If I may be frank, I was hoping you would have asked me to dance sooner.” Mairi turned her head towards the princess, “Really?” Socha nodded, “Nobody’s like you.” “Nobody’s like me?” Another nod from Sorcha. “And what’s that supposed to me, lass?”
Sorcha fell silent. “Must I answer?” The princess asked softly. In return, the knight simply shrugged, “Not if you don’t want to.” A few moments of relative silence passed, the only sound being their own thumping hearts, the clicking of shoes on the floor, and the faint chatter that was being drowned out as they walked further away. “I did say before,” Sorcha began, “No one is as kind as you. And no one is as interesting as you either.” Mairi beamed with pride as the omega began to inflate her ego with things she knew were true, this was simply affirming and making it fact. “Oh?” Mairi then said, attempting to hear more but not push further. “Among other things…” Sorcha said under her breath. “What was that, Sorcha?” Mairi paused and turned to Sorcha who paused and copied her action. They faced each other, gazing into each other's eyes. Sorcha most definitely got lost in the abyss of space that so perfectly reflected and flickered in the candlelight.
“It’s nothing, my lady. Nothing,” Sorcha grinned quite slyly before beginning to walk down the hall. With a soft scoff of amazement and captivation, Maria followed her. “Secrets, I see,” the knight teased simply. “Yes. Secrets. Too bad you won’t know them.” Sorcha began to pick up the pace. Mairi follows in pursuit, keeping pace and only being a few footsteps behind, “I have my own secrets too, lass.” “Do you?” Sorcha stopped abruptly, turning to Mairi slowly. If Mairi wasn’t so graceful and quick on her feet she would have most definitely run into the princess. “Of course I do, my lady. Who doesn’t?”
Sorcha simply scoffed, “Well this isn’t fair now is it?” Mairi stood in front of the omega, “I would say it is, actually.” “No,” Sorcha protested. “How exactly?” “I’m allowed to have secrets, lass.” “Yes but-” The omega tried to say. “No buts,” Mairi grinned slyly. “My secrets are mine and your secrets are yours.” The omega princess rolled her eyes and groaned, dramatically crossing her arms. “As your princess, I request that you inform me of your secrets,” Sorcha demanded teasingly.
“Oh? So is that how it’s going to go?” Mairi huffed, playing along with the omega. “Well, clearly,” Sorcha said, “So spit it out, will you?” Mairi, getting bold, took a confident step forward, driving the omega backward. “Spit it out, huh?” The alpha questioned, taking another self-assured step towards the omega, cornering her into the wall. Like meek prey, Sorcha simply stared, mouth ajar. Placing a hand on the waist of Sorcha, while the other lifted the princess’s chin, Mairi smirked, “Not so demanding now.”
A scoff left Sorcha’s ajar mouth as she pushed her away past the alpha. “Oh, you wish!” She called while she began to walk down the hall, smiling over her shoulder- an invitation to follow. Mairi couldn’t help but smile back and follow in pursuit. Sorcha only giggled when she peered over her shoulder to see her alpha, her lady, her royal knight, Mairi. Sorcha, now making an active attempt to tease her alpha by evading Mairi’s grasp, she fled into a room down the long corridor. Shutting the door, but not locking it, Sorcha hid in the private sitting room. The omega sat behind a couch, covering her mouth to muffle her giggles and heavy breathing.
Grinning like a fool, the Head Knight threw open the door and slammed it behind her. In the private sitting room, dim candles illuminated important areas. A large candelabra resided on the coffee table, casting the hovered shadow of the prized garden rose, the future Queen of Argyll. “My princess?” Mairi humored the omega by being oblivious to her presence. “Are you in here?” Mairi quietly crept to the couch where the huddled figure hid behind after receiving no response. Placing one knee on the plush cushion to stabilize herself, the Head Knight hooked her arms under Sorcha’s arms, pulling her up.
Squealing from the ambushed attack, Sorcha turned her head to look at Mairi. “You scared me-!” Sorcha giggled, as she was pulled over the backboard of the sofa, now resting on the cushion with her alpha. “You didn’t come out from hiding,” Mairi pulled Sorcha closer to her, taking her by the hips. “I wanted you to find me, of course,” Sorcha said in a soft whisper, placing a hand on Mairi’s tender face. “And I succeeded,” Mairi grinned, leaning closer to Sorcha. “You did,” Sorcha agreed, taking the initiative and pressing her ruby lips against the alpha’s.
A first kiss between the two, despite the longing, anticipation, and late-night fantasies that surrounded this very moment. Though, this kiss wasn’t some ordinary peck they might have given a brief lover they soon did away with. A kiss that was powerful enough to cause Sorcha to kiss again, and for Mairi to accept. Addictive and electric. Sharp shocks shot up their spines and immersed those little sparks in the rest of their bodies. Kiss, after kiss, after kiss, after kiss, getting sloppier with the placement each time, soon left the alpha and omega, tangling one another in their arms, changing positions, and fighting their way to a comfortable arrangement of bodies where Sorcha would rest on the lap of Mairi. Another few kisses left the new lovers drunk with anticipation of what was to come. Both, obviously hesitating, by continuing to fall into deliberately long, needy kisses.
Hands once again resting on the waist of the garden’s prized rose, Mairi finally pulled away. “Dance with me-” Mairi said breathlessly. “Dance with you-?” Sorcha asked, attempting to stand, “Have they started?” Pulling the omega down, and holding her waist firmly, Mairi corrected her omega. “No- not like that,” the alpha said before kissing the omega’s activated scent-glands. Growing closer to the intoxicating smell of dewey-roses, the alpha began to lose herself in the petal-soft skin of her omega.
Sorcha’s glands filled the room with the needy pheromones an omega in heat would produce, despite the fact she wasn’t anywhere close to a heat cycle. New sensations, yet sensations that were all too familiar to her, filled her body and escaped in the means of breathy whimpers. “Mairi- '' Sorcha fervently said. Getting the attention of the alpha, Mairi peeked up a thier, lips pulling away from the delicate skin on the omega’s body. Hands quickly clasped on the alpha’s cheeks, pulling her into another intoxicating kiss.
Over symphonic songs that rang from each of their throats, partner’s hands touching intimate curves, pheromones that fought to overpower each other, the only figure the steady-eyed knight was able to focus on, was the character and feature of the upcoming Queen of Argyll. A character of feature, because truly no words can paint the picture of the future Queen of Argyll. A swan in her delicate movements, and the morning in her smile, the prized rose in a garden where all the rest beg and ask her pardon, was the Queen of Argyll. Mairi, successful unlike others, courted and attained her, the splendor of the Queen of Argyll. And so, in a dance of heaving chests, slightly perspiration peoples, shone the future Queen of Argyll.