Yes, sir

This has got to be one of the worst days in Abigail's life. Not only was she forced to stop taking her suppressants, but. She was also being given to the King of Hybern. Sure, Abby was glad that she was doing her part to stop this war but. She was an omega. She's heard about all of the wicked things that this man does to omega and others. He's a cruel man and he's got more blood on his hands then the red sea. She was scared for her life.

Taking in a deep breath, it took everything in Abby to not burst out crying and turn tail. She agreed to this idea, even though she had no choice. She was doing this to protect others. She was the Princess of Azrea, she was someone her people needed to look up to. Sure, she had hidden as a beta for a couple of years, but, she only did that so that she could do more for her people. So that she could live a life that she wanted to as well.

Walking down the unfamiliar halls, Abby followed the royal guards as they led her towards the throne room. Her beautiful light blue gown fit her perfectly and showed off her curves. It was sleeveless and had a small V cut to show off the valley of her breasts, making them seem bigger then what they were. Up ahead, two large dark wooden doors opened as their presence was announced and Abby could feel her stomach dropping lower in her gut. She was about to meet her new Alpha, the man who now owned her. The man who now controlled her life in his hands.

The first thing that Abby noticed about him was his grey hair. It made him seem old, and yet, his buried and mustache were dark black, hinting at he was just a man who worked a lot and not as old as his hair made him seem. Then, she noticed his strong looking shoulders and those eyes that seemed to watch her every movement. Abby gulped as she stopped her movements at the front of the throne and grabbed the sides of her dress. Her eyes closed as she lowered her head and curtsied towards the Kind of Hybern. "Greetings your Majesty, I am Princess Abigail, Natalie Lawrence. It is an honor to be in your presence." Abby said quietly as she slowly stood up straight. Her gaze was kept on the ground though as her omega senses told her that she shouldn't look the man in the eyes.

Marcus would be lying if he said he wasn't bored. Which was always dangerous for those around him because the more bored he was, the harder it was to entertain him. The more than he wanted to find entertainment. Resisting the urge to roll his eyes when the princess' presence was announced, Marcus lifted his head enough so that he could inhale deeply. It was clear that he was scenting the omega he had claimed nearly a week ago. He was rather annoyed that it had taken her so long to arrive but that was something he would have to address later on.

Nearly missing the scent that he remembered from her, Marcus couldn't deny the decaying stench of fear. It was something that he longed for, causing a smirk to settle on his lips. It made him feel all that more powerful as he watched Abigail curtsy in front of him. The way she moved, the way she smelled, it made him want nothing more than to tear her dress in two and claim her. In front of everyone. Make it known that she was his. But that would come in time.

Bowing his head slightly, Marcus motioned for her to stand. "I do so hope that your journey here was enjoyable," he spoke, his voice taking on a dry tone. It was clear to just about anyone who knew him that he was drifting into the dangerous boredom that led to so many bruises and fear in others. Even though Abigail didn't know him, it wouldn't come as a surprise if she was able to pick up on it. She was an omega after all and he was a powerful alpha. The more powerful, the more clear his scent was.

"We are to hold a feast to welcome you," Marcus paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. His court watched from the walls of the room, interested to see how this meeting went. "I suggest that you wash up and prepare, for it should be ready within the hour," Marcus added. He looked up then, toward one of the maids in the corner of the room. He nodded toward her before turning back toward Abby. "Marilyn will show you to your quarters. She will assist you in whatever you require."

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A small fake pleasant smile appeared on Abigail's lips as she listened to the King's fake kind words. "As pleasent as it could be your Majesty." Abby said quietly, doing her best to keep her smile on her lips as she spoke. She could sense that something was amiss about him, his tone. Besides seeming to speak in traditional ways, she could sense something, but couldn't pin point what. But, seeing as they weren't mated, she couldn't put her finger on it just yet.

When Marcus mentioned a feast, Abigail perked up a little bit. She loved feasts, the music, the dancing, she loved both. Sure, she wasn't the best dancer in the world, but just knowing that she was able to have fun a couple of nights a year was enough for her. Although, this'll be her first one not hiding her omega scent. So, she wasn't fully certain on what was to be expected of her.

When Marcus mentioned that a maid was to show her to her quarters, Abby nodded her head and took that as a dismissal. "Thank you for your generosity your Majesty." She said quietly and lowered her head in respect to the older man before she moved to follow the maid towards her private quarters. Her dress swaying as she walked, and heels clicking. Abby let out a long sigh once out of the throne room, relieved that the first meeting with the King went so well. She could of sworn that he wanted to eat her alive when she entered the throne room with him.

Marcus felt his mouth water as he watched Abby retreat back toward the entrance of the throne room. He swallowed thickly, wondering how she was going to taste. How she would feel wrapped around his cock. The thought alone made him want to decide to postpone the feast that his maids were preparing. He could take Abigail to his room and properly claim her. They could present as a bonded pair. The thought was quite appealing and he lingered on his throne as he contemplated this, nearly giving into the idea before he decided that he was going to go along with the plan that was already set in place.

He stood and left the throne room, heading to his quarters to put on another dress shirt. When he was ready, Marcus made his way down toward the feast hall. He was the first who dared to sit because his people knew better than not to sit before he was ready. Marcus sat back, not even considering motioning for the food to be brought out until Abigail appeared.

His eyes narrowed slightly when she did, sitting up a bit straighter when his attention was pulled toward her. "Abigail," he greeted her, his voice dropping a bit. "Sit. We have been waiting for long enough to eat," he demanded, only reaching up to motion for the food once Abigail had actually taking her seat. He turned toward her slightly without actually looking toward her. "Do not make your people wait on your presence for so long. They do not and will not eat until you arrive. They know better."

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Once she was dressed in a dress that revealed the way to much for Abigail's liking. She made her way towards the feast hall. Her head held high as she walked, still used to being in her beta position back in her home Kingdom. So that she'd get more respect from those around her, yet she was still able to cower a little bit when she was in the presence of the alpha's that caused her omega side to retreat into its self.

Moving towards the back of the feast hall where the table for her and the King was located. "Your Highness," Abby said back in greeting, curtsied to him quickly before taking her seat next to him. Her head lowering in respect as the King's attention was on her as he spoke. Her omega self making her want to kneel and beg for his forgiveness. "My apologies, Sire," Abby said quietly so that only the King could hear her. Abby knew better than to speak his name in public, especially since she wasn't yet mated to him. Nor was she a queen. So anything but, Sire, Majesty or Highness couldn't pass her lips unless they were in private.

"I will do my best to not make the people wait next time," Abby said quietly as she raised her head and looked out at all of the people who were there for the feast. "There certainly are a lot more people here then there would have been back in Azrea." She mumbled quietly in surprise. Then again, Hybern was a larger Kingdom.

Keeping her hands clasped in her lap, Abby did her best to do as a minimal movement as she could as her dress was quite showy and she knew with one wrong tug, the King and the rest of the people would have a clear view of her breasts. As the food was placed in front of them, Abby waited for the King to help himself before she followed suit and got a little bit to eat as well. Once she was allowed to eat, a small smile played across Abby's lips at the burst of delicious flavors. It was better then that she had on the way here.