His Majesty (Slide Away)

5.

"Your highness..." Paul spoke, his eyes on the Queen. The Omega tried his hardest not to since at her gaze, especially when he noticed her eyes look up and down his small figure repeatedly.

"Martin!" She called in a high voice, staring at Paul as she did so.

A man wearing almost the same outfit as the guards, bar it was longer and and the tunic a deeper orange, presented himself infront of the Queen, bowing majestically.

"Your majesty..."

"Martin, take the Omega to his quarters. Send him off with his Valet." The Queen turned her gaze up to the enchanting, golden chandelier above them. "Ship shop, go on." She shooed Martin away with her hand, like he was an irritating child.

"And what about the Prince John, your majesty?" Martin asked, his hands held behind his back.

"Prince John will follow later on. I must have a talk with him first."

"Great." A voice from next to Queen Elizabeth mumbled, and Paul noticed that it was John, the dazzling man he noticed as he'd entered the palace.

/He/ was John?!

The little girls on her opposite side began to giggle, and the Queen shot her head around to the Prince.

"Watch it, boy." She glared at him, and the children's face immediately stopped. "Martin!" She snapped.

"Yes, your majesty." Martin nodded, turning to face Paul. He cleared his throat. "Follow me, Omega."

As soon as Martin began to walk, Paul followed him. He managed to quickly dart his head to the left to get a final looks at his Prince, the man he would be eloping with, only to realise that John was gazing right back at him.

John's lips twitched into a soft smile.

Paul didn't know what to do, nobody ever smiled at him, nobody except Mike. By the time the Omega had processed what just occurred, he was forced to turn his head away and face the golden stairs.

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"Your Valet is new, so please bare with him, Omega..." Martin told Paul as they walked through a long, red wallpapered corridor. Many servants walked past the two of them, nodding their head at Martin, but none addressing Paul at all. "The same rules do apply, however, and you should treat him with the same respect that you treat anybody else. For he is a beta..."

Martin seemed to cringe at that last sentence, his teeth slightly gritting and head tilting to the side. It was an action that was so timid, if Paul was not forced to look directly at the man, he would not have noticed.

"Is that understood, Omega?" He asked, seeming stern. However underneath the man's strongly presented voice, Paul could sense a feeling of vulnerability. Like someone was forcing Martin to act this way, a metaphorical gun up to his head.

"Yes Alpha."

Martin just nodded in response.

"This here... This is both the Prince's and your quarters... You will not get lost, for your Valet will show you around eventually..." Martin explained to him.

"O-Okay..." He stuttered out, yet Martin did not scold him as Jared would have.

Instead the man just slowed down, the two of them approaching a large, white door. Clearing his throat, he took a step forward, reaching his hand out to push open the large object. It opened with a creak, which rather made Paul jump.