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 judging eyes look up and down his small figure.

"Martin!" She soon called out, voice high. Her eyes never left Paul.

A man wearing an outfit that was almost identical to that of the guards quickly presented himself before the Queen, bowing majestically.

"Your Majesty..."

"Martin, we are done here. Take the Omega to his quarters. Send him off with his valet." The Queen ordered, turning her gaze up to the enchanting, golden chandelier above them. "Ship shop, go on." She shooed Martin away with her hand, treating him like as if he was an irritating child.

"And what about Prince John, your Majesty?" Martin enquired, his hands kept firmly behind his back.

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

"Great." A hushed voice from beside her mumbled, and Paul noticed that it was 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 immediately shot her head around to the Prince.

"Watch it, boy." She glared at him, and the children's faces immediately tightened once again. "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 head in a direction, Paul followed him. It was then that 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.

The alpha's lips twitched into a soft smile.

Paul didn't know what to do, nobody ever smiled at him anymore, nobody except Mike. By the time the Omega had processed what had just happened, 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..." Martin informed Paul as they walked through a long, red wallpapered corridor. Many servants walked by 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 gritting slightly and his 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, confidently. 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 your and the Prince's quarters... You will not get lost, for your valet will show you around eventually..." Martin explained to him.

"O-Okay..." He stuttered out, still just as nervous as before. Yet even though he forgot to address him by his status, 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 piece of wood. It opened with a creak, a sound which Paul couldn't help but flinch at.