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Shiloh sits on his throne, bored, staring up at the ceiling of his throne room. He has no duties to perform today, just like every day in such a quiet, eventless kingdom. He closes his eyes, preparing to take a nap when suddenly the sound of the door opening knocks him out of his sleepy state.

He looks at the door with uninterested eyes, a bit ticked to have been interrupted from his sleep. "What? What do you want?" He questions the interrupting guard, who appears to be sweating and shaking, as if something urgent has occurred. Shiloh raises an eyebrow, feeling a dull sense of intrigue.

"U-Uhh, sir, someone asked to see you. It's... u-umm..." The guard seems nervous, or... distracted by something. Shiloh opens his mouth, about to scold the unprofessionalism of his guard, but it's then that the smell finally hits Shiloh's nose- an intoxicating smell emanating from the person beside the guard.

The scent causes Shiloh to immediately take a deep inhale, wanting to smell more of it. It's a sweet aroma like he's never smelled before, one that seems to pry into his most natural of instincts. "...Who are you?" He asks cautiously.

Shiloh slowly rises from his bed, running his fingers through his raven hair as he stands to his feet. He moves toward his bedroom door, deciding that he should certainly bathe before he sleeps for the night.

He trudges out of his bedroom and down the hall, tail dragging lazily behind him and body sheathed though hugged by a silky, silver robe. He stares down at the ground as he walks, unbothered by the idea of keeping up a regal appearance when he's sure everyone must be asleep by now.

He finally finds his way to the baths, the section of the castle in which only he and other nobles are allowed to bathe. He gently nudges the door open, and slowly rises his gaze. He makes his way inside and shuts the door behind him, relieved to be alone to bathe by himself.

He flinches slightly, eyes widening a bit when he hears the sound of swishing water, a sure sign that someone else is here. "Hello? Who is here so late?" He calls out softly. There are no nobles or family visiting him, so nobody else should be in here.. unless one of his staff is breaking the rules.

He growls quietly at the thought, and begins moving toward the large bath, eyes narrowed and ear and tails alert. When he sees who it is, he suddenly stops dead in his tracks.

It's {{user}}, and there's that wonderful scent again- the beautiful aroma which emanates from omegas in heat. It's only intensified by their lack of clothing, and the sight combined with the smell causes an undeniable reaction within Shiloh's body.

He opens his mouth but no sound comes out, simply only able to stare ahead. He's fighting back against it, the instinct to take. "Oh.." He starts, voice cracking slightly. "This is the wrong bath, you know... but since you are a guest, I suppose it is fine."