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 onto 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 sat beside him the entire time, going through newspapers like they were lottery scratch cards. He barely acknowledged Paul's existence, that was unless the Omega's shoulders had slumped and he was no longer sat properly as an Omega should. Paul didn't care, he wasn't exactly wanting to talk to him anyway.

When the air hostess announced that there was only 20 minutes of the flight left, Paul had instantly felt a lump appear in the back of his throat. It all was  really happening...

Unlike before, 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 it making him feel strangled. However, after the last three or so years, all he'd wanted to do was escape those four walls; to flee from his father.

And even if he wasn't entirely 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 seen a picture of him. He barely even knew his age, just that he was in his 20's. At least he wasn't some middle aged man, he supposed.

But this person he was getting married to... He didn't really know anything about him.

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

He was marrying a total stranger.

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

The hostess was clearly addressing Jared and he instantly felt like a fool. Nobody would call Paul sir, nobody had for exactly four years now. He'd gotten used to it over time... But it seemed that being released into society once again meant that all he had gotten used to was being challenged.

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

"Five minutes till landing, sir."

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

Jared cleared his throat, straightening his own posture. 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, and from there 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, he quickly corrected himself. "Understood, sir." 

Jared nodded, turning away once again.

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

Queen Elizabeth, that was. Mimi was the nickname the public had given her, that was what Mike had told him at least. 

"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."