His Majesty (Slide Away)

14.

That night, Paul had slept like a baby. He'd said his good nights to his dear fiancé, bowing to himself that he would ask John if Mike was able to give him away in the morning. But knowing that his brother was safe, John was practically next door and his piano was fixed all meant that he could sleep heavenly.

He dreamed of clouds that were cherry coloured, and pink skies, where if it rained it only rained love hearts. Everyone lived up in the clouds, and everyone was at peace, in love and overall... Happy. He was floating, and John was floating with him-

A knock on the door was what had woken the Omega from his beyond pleasant dream. And even though the disturbance should have made him groggy and annoyed, his mood was too contented for a maid with an irritating and loud hoover to ruin it. A hoover so loud that Paul deemed it necessary to move from his own room and into the drawing room, away from his bedroom.

The first thing he noticed was George, stood infront of the radio, his head tilted to the side. He clearly had not yet noticed the young Omega, too wrapped up in what he was listening too.

"He seems like a really lovely person, you know?" A cheerful female voice spoke. "I'd marry him myself." She laughed, nervously but genuine.

"Well at first I thought he was rather too... Rotherhamian, yknow?" The person laughed fondly in a deep voice, most likely a male Alpha. "But then he waved back to me and my young daughter from his car, and he actually seemed like a lovely fellow!"

"George, what is this?" Paul asked, and George jumped.

His head turned round immediately, and he giddily bowed to Paul, something the Omega's was beginning to get used to.

"Come over here, sir." He beckoned Paul over, his fang-like teeth showing as he smiled. "Oh, come listen!"

Paul did just that, rushing over to George and standing next to him infront of the radio.

"...And I just love him! He was so genuine and sweet in that interview, I don't see how anyone who watched it could not like him!"

"George, who are they talking about?" Paul asked, but beyond the shock, Paul knew it was himself.

"You, sir."

"I think he will be a great addition to our royal family, I honestly do." The voice of an old lady spoke. "It's about time we had someone who seems as down to earth as him in charge of this Kingdom again..."

There was a a slight static sound on the radio, before music began playing int he background of another man talking.

"There we have it folks! Everybody seems to like the new addition to the royal family so far. And honestly, who can blame them? Don't forget, you can send in your opinions at the number: 2245 5221!" The music became louder, and the man stopped talking.

Paul laughed in disbelief.

"Oh my..." He whispered out. "Did you... Did you hear that, George?!" He exclaimed.

"I certainly did, sir! They're already doting on you." He smiled, sweetly. "How great is that?!"

"That's... You have no idea."

One thing was for sure, the people definitely adored Paul. That was a huge step in the correct direction... However, whether they would like Mike was a different story, and he was yet to ask John about the matter.

"George?"

"Yes, sir?" The beta responded.

"Do you know where the Prince is?"