His Majesty (Slide Away)

6.

John watched as the Omega followed Martin up the golden staircase, three steps behind with his head bowed down. Sure, John had seen rather a lot of Omega's, but mostly on television or in magazines. Rather interesting magazines that Ringo had snuck over to him, they were.

However it was rare that there was an Omega in the castle. His elder sister, Victoria, presented as an Omega in 1952, when she was also fourteen... And his dear mother presented as an Omega oh so many years ago now. But John didn't really know of any more...

Still, John had never seen an Omega look as fragile as James. Not even his mother when she had been married off, or his sister at that. However John supposed maybe it was because they had not been forced to live in the exact same room for three entire years.

Though they were restricted from some things, the women had never been treated as bad as Paul clearly had been.

"Right." Mimi spoke to the remainder of the crowd, clapping her hands together. "Back to work..." The woman made a shooing action to the servants, who rushed off immediately. "Margaret." Mimi clicked to the nanny stood next to John's younger sisters.

"Of course, ma'am." The nanny nodded, her sweet hands guiding the formally dressed young princesses away.

"I think I shall head home, John." Ringo added from next to him.

"Why so?" John frowned, taking a glimpse to his left, glad when he saw the Queen busy talking to John's courtier, Brian. "You can't possibly think of leaving me alone with that witch..."

Ringo smirked, giving a slight chuckle.

"No, I must go. Mother is not well... I promised I would only be away for a short while." The Alpha sighed.

"Oh... Oh of course, you head home." John reassured his best, and practically only, friend of fourteen years. "Give Elsie my best wishes."

"Indeed, and you call me later, tell me what he's like..." Ringo was of course referring to James.

"I will." With that, Ringo turned around, and John watched the guards open the main doors for him to exit.

The future king stood there, the large room practically bare, apart from a small number of silent guards. John glanced to his right, hoping to see the Queen so he could get her conversation out of the way, but when the only person in his vision was Stuart, he groaned.

"Where on earth did she go?" He grumbled.

"The Queen has asked me to guide you to her quarters, sir." Stuart spoke, bowing his head.

"Guide me? I have lived here long enough... Does she not think me smart enough to find my own way?"

"Apparently not, sir."

"Well..." John didn't know why she had to walk ahead anyway. "Let us try and catch up with her."

The younger courtier nodded, before leading the way.

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The Queen's section of the palace was an awfully dull area, in John's opinion. The walls in most rooms bared the same browny/red colour, not to mention the lack of... Expression. It had been the same ever since his uncle George died, The Queen's Omega consort of her own.

It had been over fifteen years since the Queen's Omega had passed in his sleep, fifteen years since practically every occupant in the palace had heard Mimi's horrifying scream. The woman had not been the same since... Never wishing to remarry, arrogance becoming her most prominent trait.

George was her pride and her joy, and since the day he died, Mimi's personality took a turn for the worse. Some newspapers liked to refer to the day as the day the heart of their Queen stopped beating.