In a second the quiet room was louder than ever. Everyone were screaming.
- He's a boy...
- He's too young...
- He's ugly...
- You need to choose again...
- Take me - I'm a girl...
- He's a poor kitchen worker...
Everyone were looking at him like this was his fault - like he came and seduce the king with his clumsiness.
Hate, anger, disgust, envy - he can see that in the eyes of all the girls.
Stiles was shaking - he was scared. '' No, no, no, no - that's not true, it's not true ... just a nightmare '' - he was saying under his breath.
- My king ... excuse my interruption ... but he's a boy? - one of the royal assistants asked. The room was quiet again. Everyone was waiting to hear something from the king. He looked mad.
- Give me an invitation - he growled to the man.
- H-here my lord - the poor man was trembling like a leaf.
- ….All of you who will attend the evening have a chance …. - the king reads angrily and then smashed the paper in his huge hand. The room was quiet for a minute.
- That's not fair - the invitation also says " ... unmarried girls " . You can't choose an ugly and poor servant BOY for our throne. What can he give you? - one of the richest and confident girls in the room asked.
Derek growled and in a second he was standing in front of the girl. His right arm is choking her.
- Say one more word about him and you're dead - he growled in her face. His arm release the grip and the girl was on the floor trying to push air into her lungs.
Get out, all of you ... now... - the king screamed and there was a moment of full panic and running before the room was almost empty.
Stiles wants to run and scream, to be far, far away from here. His mind was desperately screaming at him to run but his legs were like glued to the floor.
The king was in front of him in a flash. His nose was taking deep breaths and his eyes were watching the boy in disbelief.
- It's you ... I can smell you all night ... but it was so light with so many people around ... I thought that I will never actually find you ... but it's you ... smell so good... beautiful. - He was mumbling. His body was stressed out and relaxed simultaneously. His eyes looked in disbelief and adoration at the boy.
Stiles can't hear anything. He was scared to death - he was sure the king is going to kill him. Why would a handsome and powerful man like him would want someone like Stiles. Stiles was nothing - he is poor, skinny,ugly, even his clothes now were torn at places and dirty. He has nothing to offer to a king. So the only logical thing is that he will be murdered - maybe because he ruined the night with his clumsiness or something else.
- P-please, don't hurt me ... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that ... please, my father has only me ... please - Stiles was pleading desperately. He can feel the tears wetting his cheeks and his body shaking uncontrollably.
- I'm not going to hurt you, never ... - king Hale whispered to the boy. His arm wiped the tears from the boy's left cheek.
'' Omg ... he's going to choke me to death '' Stiles thought. He can feel the panic takes control over his body. He suddenly can't breath and his legs can't hold him. His body dropped to the floor.
- Hey ... hey calm down ... what's wrong ... please brath... - Derek was scared. He didn't know what to do. The boy wasn't breathing ... his Mate wasn't breathing - he can't lose him now, not when he just found him ...
- Isaac ... Isaac - he screamed.
The boy run into the room - he looked scared.
- He's not breathing ... what's wrong with him ... what can I do? - the king asked the curly boy in a rush.
The blonde boy looked over.
- He's having a panic attack, my king. He needs to calm down...
Stiles can hear the voices, but he can't hear what they were saying. He's in pain - like his chest are trying to smash his lungs. His body feels on fire and the trembling was making him dizzy.
Suddenly he feels something warm and gentle on his back. An arm gently caressing his back and shoulders. It feels good - just like his mother used to do when he was panicking. He tried to focus on the hand, on the thoughts of his mother and his father.
The trembling was decreasing. He was able to take small gulps of air. His head was still a little dizzy but it was getting better.
- You're doing well... everything is going to be ok ... just breathe ... take small breaths with me - he can make the words now. The gentle voice and the hand felt perfect and Stiles can feel the panic attack starts to disappear.
Soon everything was clear again. His vision focused and he can make the face of the king so close to his. He looked panicked but there was a very very thin smile on his face. '' You're ok" - he whispered again.
- W-what's going on ... what do you want from me ... please I don't have anything ... please let me go back to my father - Stiles was pleading with his trembling voice.
- You're wrong ... you have everything that i want. You can always go to see your father but from now on you will live here with me. - the king answered seriously but quietly and gently - he didn't want to scare the boy again.
- Why ... why are you doing this? - he whispered
- Because I chose you ... for my partner, for my queen - the king smiled softly.
Stiles can admit that this smile was doing funny things to him. It was beautiful and sincere. But he was freaking out too much now to think about the perfect smile of king Derek Hale.
- But I'm a boy ... I can't be a queen ... i can't be with you ... I'm a boy. I- I can't give you happiness and ... and kids. And I don't love you ... I don't - the boy tried to reason with him. He can't understand what is wrong with the king - why he didn't choose a girl - there was a lot of pretty girls tonight.
- We'll see about that ... all of that - the king smirked. He looked determinate but his eyes looked sad.
