His Majesty (Slide Away)

2.

The hour long plane ride felt like it went on forever.

All Paul did was stare out of the window, looking at the clouds as though he was about to jump on one of them. He would, in all honesty. If he could, he'd jump right out of the emergency exit door and hope to land on one of the clouds.

Jared had remained sat next to him the entire time, going through newspapers like they were lottery scratch cards. He barely acknowledged Paul's existence, unless the Omega's shoulders had slumped and he was no longer sat properly as an Omega should.

As the air hostess announced that there was only 20 minutes of the flight left, Paul felt a lump appear in the back of his throat. This was really happening...

He wasn't sure if he wanted it now. Back when he was 14, his immediate reaction to this life would have been one of repulsiveness. He hated the idea of being bound to a future King, the thought of that relationship making him feel strangled. However, after the last three or so years, all he'd wanted to do was escape those four walls, flee from his father.

And even if he wasn't free, this new palace... Paul was sure it would feel at least a little more liberating than his previous one.

Then there was the thought of the future king. Paul hadn't even seen a picture of him, he barely knew his age, just that he was in his early 20's. At least he wasn't some middle aged man, who'd probably have an ever so threatening gaze.

But this man that he was getting married to... He hadn't even really known his name or anything about him.

John, in his 20's, prince of Aquitaine, 5"10. That was all that Paul knew.

Paul was marrying a total stranger.

"Sir." A light voice asked, and Paul didn't know why, but he snapped his head around.

The hostess was clearly addressing Jared. Nobody would call Paul sir, nobody had for exactly four years. He'd gotten used to it... But it seemed that being released into society once again meant that what he'd gotten used to was being challenged.

"Yes?" Jared responding, folding his final newspaper.

"5 minutes till landing, sir."

"Right." He nodded, and the woman left.

Jared cleared his throat, straightening up his own posture from the seat, next to Paul, that he was sat in. He didn't look Paul in the eyes. Hell he didn't even look at him.

"Once we land, you will be expected to follow me. We will reach the door of the plane, where Malcom and I will guide you down the steps." He spoke, bluntly, reaching for a cigarette. That was one habit Paul was glad he wasn't allowed to take part in. "There will be press, there may even be civilians. I simply do not know just yet. Understand."

"Understand." Was all Paul responded at first. When Jared turned to look at him, sharply raising an eyebrow at him. "Understood, sir." He quickly corrected himself.

Jared nodded.

"That is a mistake you must stop making, Omega. The residents in the palace will certainly not tolerate it. Especially not the Queen."

Queen Elizabeth. Mimi was the nickname the public had given her, Mike had told him. Though Paul was not sure if that was true.

"Understood, sir."

Jared hummed in contempt, finally lighting his cigarette.

"We will lead you straight into the vehicle. Try not to make eye contact with the flashing lights from the press, officially, you're not supposed to be introduced to Aquitaine until your wedding day. If lucky, the days before."