Jesus Christ here we go... i'm so sorry Hugo you can kill me again once we meet in heaven...

    He was going to get out. He was going to slam this door as hard as he could because he simply could not tolerate to stay in this damn closet one minute longer while these two were playing a tragedy of their own right outside in the room. He was especially angry at the young man, one he was getting all the love from the young Doña Sol, and second he was playing the damned hero too dark to be worthy of her love, when she was literally begging at his feet for him to take her with him. Yes, Carlos was clearly experiencing jealousy, but who could blame him, as king of Spain (he just got the title) he was used since forever to get what he wanted; and hearing this young lad just dismiss the young woman's love for his pitiful act was driving him crazy. What was he anyway ? A beta for sure, he had no peculiar smell from here. Laughable.
    A forceful knock came from the room's door just as he was going to get out.
« Heavens it's Don Ruy !!» screamed the young lady. No time to think that the closet's door was open and someone thrown inside with him, the door slamming shut  without him being seen apparently. The young lad was looking at him with surprise, just as much as there was in Carlos' own eyes at how the situation had turned. The closet was already small enough to feel discomfort alone inside, but now with two, they were forced to cling to the other as to not let the door open. The other man had many questions in his gaze, but just one from Carlos stopped him from asking any. And thankfully so as just after that, echoed into the room the opening of its door. The voice of an elder man came through the wood, probably Don Ruy Gomez, which he knew was a respectable noble man, and the King had to gave it to Doña Sol, despite her clear lack of a personality, she was an excellent actress.
He took this moment to look at the younger man. Black hair mostly hidden under a red hat. He wore clothes of a similar red, of a fabric that let to guess he was not from a noble descent. His skin was white, a bit pale but nothing far from the norm around these lands. Barely any beard covering his chin, and clear brown eyes staring right into his own. Carlos realized they had barely broke eye contact since he was thrown in here, but it didn't got awkward. The younger man was studying his features as well, curiosity now filling those pretty eyes. Wait did he just..?
That was when his smell hit him. It was hidden, probably under bags of herbs -yes he could smell that as well, mixed in there-, but with the both of them glued together, the hard thing here was not to notice the sweet and soft smell of an omega. And if he was right he had only presented not long ago, maybe a few months. It wasn't rare for omegas to try and emancipate themselves by doing acts such as vandalism, turning into bandits, or as of right there, trying to get the love of another omega and make themselves look of a higher status. Carlos himself wouldn't have suspected a thing, with the tenacity with which Dona Sol was clinging to him and his love, he would have only expected that toward another Alpha. Right now as they were pressed against one anther he could see how petite his stature was compare to his, he though it was because of his age, but from a closer look he was maybe not so much younger than him. The King of Spain then noticed a funny thing. As much as he was controlling his scent, just as he could smell the man's, the latest could smell his. And a pinkish blush started spreading over his cheeks as the scent of an alpha reached his nose. Since he was probably new to all the scent thing, he probably did not know about the impact such a smell had on an omega, and that was why he didn't hesitate a second to bring his face closer to Carlos' neck in an attempt to get more, letting out a small sigh on contempt when he managed to fill his nose -and probably his brain- of the pheromones the older man was emitting. Doing so he brought his own neck closer to Carlos' own face, and thank God he could control himself because the overly sweet scent of honey and caramel that he inhaled would have been enough to drive anyone else crazy. It wasn't abnormal since he probably didn't had his first heat, he was in a constant state of releasing too much, even through the herbs that were supposed to make sure no one else could smell it, the King was just suffocating under the strength of it.
    Without thinking much he reached for the young man's waist, the urge to just sink his teeth in the soft skin of his neck was very tempting, but he knew better. Moving his leg to try and support the lad better now that he was letting himself go in his arms, he got a reaction he did not expect : a soft tiny moan right into his ear, and a shiver quite visible going down his spine under the red clothes. He had not realized that he was pressing his thigh against the younger man's crotch. He froze, hoping it did not alert anyone, and so did the other one, raising a hand to his mouth and most likely snapping out of whatever dazing state he was in because of the alpha's smell. They were both silent, only now trying to see what was going on in the room. The elder man was bragging about his campaign, that he had just successfully lead and just cam back from. They had close to all the time in the world if he was going on like that.
And so had also deducted the younger man, as he started to relax against the alpha once again. He hid his face in the crook of Carlos' neck and, to the man's great surprise, tried to move his hips against his legs, hoping without a doubt to get the same feeling he had when the other's thigh pressed against his lower part. In any other situation maybe he would have been more incline to get this sort of reaction, but right now as they were hiding in a closet while someone who could probably order their deaths on the spot (sure he was king but what an affront it would still be for the elder), he was not really in the mood. Cold sweat went down his back as he heard the younger man starting to moan lightly. Probably too soft for anyone else to hear, but if there was something he didn't want right now, it was for a recently presented omega to start his first heat because of a lust outbreak.  He grabbed said omega by the hair and growled in his ear : "Be good, stop moving.". He was scared that their smell would rise, even if the nose of Don Ruy was most likely too rusted to detect them, he preferred not to give it a try. Thankfully, as rebellious as this omega as, he decided to obey, somewhat not too surprising as his smell was helping a good bunch.
He found himself staring in those pretty doe eyes again, at this moment he wished he knew the name of the man glued to him. The old lady had pronounced the name Hernani when she realized he was not the expected surprise guest. But as far as he was concerned, it was the name of the boss of a group of bandits living in the mountains. He could not associate it with the frail looking omega in front of him, but maybe he was wrong, he had already be once of twice just this evening. They kept staring at each other, no hostility between the two; at a moment Carlos saw that his scent was acting up on the omega, his gaze becoming dizzy and the way he relaxed into his arms, yet again. It was the first time an omega was reacting so strongly to him, and he had been with quite the lot. Now thinking, never had any omega gotten such a reaction out of him either, none of them had ever smelled this deliciously sweet. Old tales of destined mates, star crossed lovers, or whatever you could call them, were brought back in his mind; he remembered his child minder, a very sweet woman, telling him about lovers who were destined to be together the moment they were born when he was just a lad himself. It had seemed amazing to him at the time, that somewhere in the world someone was meant to be with him and just him. But with the years, now decades, passing by, he had slowly lost this childish hope of finding anyone. He was the king to be anyway, he would marry a princess from overseas if it helped strengthen the country alliances. And yet, seeing this young man, who he didn't knew just hours ago, looking at him with such eyes, letting himself drown in the scent of a stranger without knowing better, he felt a pang in his heart. Maybe, just maybe...were the stories true ? If it was like that, then destiny was making a fool of himself by giving him a man who he was going to fight for another omega.
Finally, the voice of Don Ruy Gomez died down, as he was inviting Dona Sol to eat with him right now. She accepted, of course, which somehow got the omega to get stiff against him, probably feeling a bit betrayed; ridiculous, did he not knew that refusing would have aroused suspicions in the elder's heart ? Was this lad new to everything concerning the world ? Carlos' heart missed a bit when he saw him moving to get to the door, probably wanting to give the young lady and her uncle a piece of his mind. 'What a brat' he though has he slid his arms around him, pressing him against his chest, most like a hug. He was expecting rebellion and anger, but he only saw the red hat plop under his chin with perhaps a groan of protest from him. Footsteps moving out, the sound of the door closing, and suddenly they were bathing in the bright light of the room. The alpha being now used to the lack of it, had to squint  before seeing Dona Josefa, an emotion between anger and fear splattered all across her face.
"Both of you need to go. NOW."
Without questioning anything, they both got out as one body, finally breathing out of the other's smell. And Carlos found himself missing the sweet scent. And he hated it. He put his hat back on his head, walking toward the secret ste of stairs he got in from. He could not help to hear however, the little piece of information that the old woman gave the other man : "Lord Hernani, my mistress wants you to know, that tomorrow night she will wait for you at her window. At midnight clap your hands three time, and she will come down to flee with you. Go now."
So his name was indeed Hernani, what an interesting turn of events. Somewhere, in a part of his mind, he was sad that he did not get to see Dona Sol; but this part was drowned under his appreciation of the newly met omega. Before he went down and left, he looked back at him. Under the light, the blush across his cheek was giving him an eerie look. Just beautiful. Their eyes crossed, and Carlos knew he would come by tomorrow, not for the lady he first came to see, but for the younger man, this Hernani, he suddenly had no interest in anyone else. He would have him.