His Majesty (Slide Away)

7.

"Pyramus!" John called as he entered the fairly small, outcasted garden, not too far away from the rest of the palace's grounds. It was a special garden for The Prince's pet cat, and inside was a mini wooden house, a elegant small waterfall and a few neatly shaped trees and bushes. John had been the one to design it at the age of 14. "Here Pyramus!"

He heard a tiny yet excited meow from behind the low-key waterfall, and before John could call the cats name once again, the small, grey tabby made his way out from behind.

Pyramus meowed again, rushing over to greet his owner.

"Here, boy." John fell down to his knees, and the cat leaped into John's warm arms. The Prince simply could not help himself from stroking the cats soft fur. "I've missed you."

Meow.

Pyramus was the cat that John's mother, Julia, had bought him as a gift for presenting as an Alpha. That day was one of the rare occasions that Julia had revisited her childhood home, the palace. She had been married off at 18, just like James, and lived in another castle on the outskirts of the Kingdom. When John was 5, his bastard of a father father had passed away, and Julia had been granted more freedom as she was a
widowed Omega.

Mimi and Julia had never got on, not even as children. But now, as Mimi had ended up both an Alpha and a Queen, Julia barely won arguments anymore.

Mimi did not want Julia as the sole carer of John or her other two daughters ever since she became a widow, and to say it angered and rather broke the heart of John was an understatement. Mimi would not even grant Julia permission to move into Aquitaine palace to be closer to her beloved children. It was all more reasons as to why John could barely stand his aunt, and it was public knowledge too.

Indeed, he could call his mother up on the telephone, but it was not the same as seeing her everyday.. John could travel to see her, but she never really came back here, unless something important was scheduled.

"C'mere." John stood up, the cat in his arms. The Prince chuckled as Pyramus leant his head in John's neck, tickling the chilly skin there.

He could see Stuart in the distance, standing at the door, waiting timidly to let John in. The boy was playing with his fingers, nervously, and the Prince couldn't help but make him jump.

"Stuart." John chimed, loudly, and to his amusement, Stuart jumped.

"Y-Yes sir... Follow me, if you will..." The nerve wracked boy led John down the corridor, and Pyramus was still, ever so safely, tucked in the Prince's safe arms.

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Servants and decorators rushed up and down the corridor, each bowing to John as they walked past the Prince. However John's thoughts were in a completely different place. Every door that was not that of his husband and his own's new room, John glassed over. His mind was filled with /James/, and how the Omega would react to him. John hoped it wouldn't be bad.

"Here we are." Stuart came to a stop, and the cat meowed in John's arms. He stroked the loveable creature as Stuart went to open the door.

Lord, what if James was allergic to cats?

"Stop!" John rushed out, rather loudly, and Stuart's hand immediately jumped back from the golden door handle. "Take Pyramus, would you?"

"Of course, sir." Stuart took the cat in his arms, and John's hands travelled over to the door handle to gently open it himself.

A peek through the door, and the man he immediately saw did not look anything similar to the boy he'd briefly seen not to long ago. This moptop wearing boy was cautiously unpacking a single suitcase, making sure to be delicate with the belongings inside.