His Majesty (Slide Away)

12.

The evening had been amazing.

The four of them had spent the evening in the grand dining room, eating rich food and sipping expensive wine. He had not had a meal like so in a long while, he wasn't ever hungry enough back at Aquitaine Palace, and at Rotherham castle he was lucky if he got anything other than scraps. Though Mike would often sneak him some ice cream or brownies.

At one point, they had begun to dance. Victoria had The Twist on her record player, and was even teaching John and Paul how to dance like so. Paul honestly had not expected to have such freedom here, but he did. Even though the princess was an Omega, it certainly did not seem like that affected her at all. If John had not informed him of so, Paul would have definitely thought she was a Beta at the least.

It was extraordinary.

Paul did not feel like having alcohol, he'd never been allowed back at Rotherham and he didn't feel like starting right now. Even though it was something he was rather glad of not being able to do, he was nowhere near as glad as he was about not smoking. That habit was a bad one, he'd seen it kill many people over time.

However, he supposed a drink or two would be nice at some point.

John didn't drink either, but by the time they left the castle they were incredibly very hyper.

The Alpha and The Omega stumbled back into the Palace, laughing in almost hysterics at each other. Paul was leant on John's shoulder, chuckling away, the book clutched under his arm.

"Your Majesty?" A rather confused and concerned voice spoke up. John turned his head, only to be met with Brian standing there, looking like he'd seen a ghost.

"What is it Brian?" John rolled his eyes. "God, it's like you're stalking me." Paul couldn't help but snicker, and suddenly the echoey room was full of laughter once more.

But Brian was not laughing.

"Sir, I think we should get you and the Omega to bed-"

"Look, Brian." John stopped the laughing for a few moments, pointing his finger in the alpha's direction. "If we wanted your opinion... We would have bloody well asked for it." Another snicker came from the Omega. John wrapped his arm around the man as he began to snicker too, leading him towards the grand stairs and leaving a stunned Brian behind.

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On the way to their room, the corridors echoed with hysterical laughter. Few servants roamed the Palace's halls at this time, it was almost midnight, however those who did were certain to raise a confused brow at the boys' behaviour along with their bowing to John.

The whole trip had excited Paul, who could not wait to remove the outfit he was wearing and climb into his pyjamas. Although he feared that it would be difficult on his own, as he'd told George not to wait up for him. He wasn't sure where he was meant to put everything.

Maybe John could help...

But would that be awkward?

Paul's thoughts were interrupted by a yelp from beside him. John had tripped over his own feet, luckily managing to stay upright thanks to his grip on Paul's long, blue cape. The two boys began to laugh again, Paul mostly forgetting what he'd thought about previously.

In no time, they had reached the door to the drawing room that separated their private bedrooms, and John practically fell through the damned thing. Obviously, Paul couldn't help but hurt into more inhumane laughter at the sight of the Prince trying to stand up properly.

"Come head." John grinned, nodding for the Omega to follow after him.

As soon as Paul entered the room, he gasped at the sight in front of him. Where the old table and chairs once were, there now stood a grand piano. But upon closer inspection, it was not any grand piano, it was his own; the gift from Mike.