His Majesty (Slide Away)

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"You shall address her as 'your majesty' when you first greet her, and kneel to her. You must remain on your knees for at least three seconds, eye contact on the floor. And you must remember that every time you see the queen, you must kneel to her like so. Failure to do so will result in a punishment." Jared explained, the car driving through the main road of the city.

Paul had to admit, it was difficult listening to the Alpha beside him, everything else being too much of a distraction. Surrounding the car were shops, hundreds of shops, from what he could see. There were men and women walking around, either peering into the glass windows of said shops, posting their mail in a red postbox, talking to eachother, or just simply walking.

He hadn't seen civilisation like this for years. Even then, being surrounded by family like the royal family was admittedly different to an average human. The Royals were made to be glamorous, to be role models. Their purpose was not just to serve their people, but it was to give their people someone to admire, and to look up to. A Royal should be an icon to their Kingdom.

"You are to address her as ma'am at the end of short sentences, Omega." Jared spoke, noticing that Paul's attention was not solely on him. His teeth clenched. "Omega, I will not tell you again-"

Out of nowhere, Jared was interrupted by screams once again, the sound of cameras violently clicking once more. Paul shot his attention back to the slightly blacked out windows, trying his best not to gasp when he noticed not just the large, iron gates in front of the vehicle he was in, but also the massive crowd of colour surrounding the route through them.

Policemen tried to budge the crowd of people out of the way, pushing the press back with them. However the people kept trying to push forward once more, visibly desperate to catch a glimpse of their new Omega Prince.

As the car drove closer, Paul could see them smiling, waving him inside as the gates opened and the car drove through. He knew he shouldn't turn around, he should keep his gaze focused ahead and stare at the large, dominating palace in-front of him, as well as the neatly placed trees and Aquitaine flags that followed the gravel road all the way to the end. But he couldn't, he could still slightly hear the joyous screams and shouts, and could still slightly see the flashing lights from behind.

His curiosity got the best of him, and without a second thought, the Omega turned around, peering out through the back window of the black car at the crowd that had gathered behind the gate. He could see men and women wearing bright clothes from a distance, oranges, pinks and reds, as well as journalists in Black suits. It was only when there was a hand roughly grabbing his shoulder that his vision was pulled away from him.

"Ah!" He yelped as he was forced to face Jared.

And then there was a slap, the Alpha's hand smacking the side of his pale face. Paul cried out that time, not expecting the fierce hand of the Alpha to meet his own cheek.

"If you refuse to listen to me for any longer, Omega, then what your father informed you of will definitely happen. I will report your unruly behaviour to Queen Elizabeth herself and she will have your punishment seen too immediately!" Jared told Paul, his voice angry and eyebrows furrowed in fury. "Do you hear me?"

Paul didn't respond, just gulped harshly.

"Do you hear me, Omega?!" The Alpha repeated, much louder this time.

"Y-Yes Alpha..." The Omega whispered out, fear spread out through his entire body.

"Good." The man turned forward again, brushing his blazer down with his palms to rid of any stray hairs. "Now, face the front."

"Yes Alpha." Paul did as he was told, listening as the man took a breath.

"As for your Future Husband..." Paul's gaze was pulled from the blue, orange and white flags of Aquitaine, that had been placed cautiously in between each tree, and he faced the back of the headrest instead, terrified that Jared would report his actions to the Queen... Or worse, his future husband... "You will address him as Alpha. Now, you had a choice between Sir, Your Royal Highness, and Alpha, but I chose Alpha for you. This is just for this occasion, Prince John will choose your name for him once the two of you are married."

Prince John...

He felt a lump appear at the back of his throat once more at the thought. It just so happened that as soon as Jared had finished his sentence, the car slowly came to a smooth stop.

He was terrified, once again.

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Your Majesty, kneel, 5 seconds.

End in Ma'am

Paul repeated the words in his head as he followed Jared to the large, black doors, that had clearly been placed there for centuries. Two guards, wearing dark Orange, knee length tunics with gold on the front began to open the inconvenient blockage.

Soon enough, Paul could see inside, the fist thing his eyes fixing upon being the Woman ahead of him in a dazzling light orange gown. She was stood in-front of a grand staircase, which stretched probably up to the height of two double decker buses, and a huge crown was on top of her brown, tied up, hair. A few steps into the palace, and he noticed more people, two young girls on the left of her, wearing lilac dressed that stretched to their ankles.

But one person that really caught his eye was the handsome young man next to the Woman in grey, the Queen. Suddenly, he barely cared to look at anyone else, his eyes fixated upon that tall, beautiful Alpha.

"Omega." A sharp, feminine voice spoke , the noise echoing through the halls.

The smell of Alpha in the room began to breach his sense of smell, and be felt almost dizzy at the sensation. However, nevertheless, Paul looked back over to the woman in orange. She really was intimidating, her posture straight and eyes daring.

Paul remembered what he had to do, and so with a secretive deep breath, his eyes fell to the floor, the Omega slowly dropping to one knee, before letting the other join it on the simple red carpet.

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It was degrading, being knelt on the floor, Alpha's and Beta's surrounding him like he was their pray. In all honesty, he felt like a dog, who'd been ordered to sit by it's owner.

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But that's how he should feel, that's how any Omega in this situation was made to feel.

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Paul rose to his feet again, slowly, immediately meeting the Queen's glaring gaze once more.

"Your Majesty..."