His Majesty (Slide Away)

21.

Paul didn't get much sleep on the night before his wedding. The poor Omega was tossing and turning all night. And if ever his eyes did manage to fall shut, he'd feel like he was falling off a cliff, immediately jolting back awake.

John had been there for the last few days. Even though they had only shared the same bed for one of those seven days, if brought great comfort to know that John was in the room practically next to him, and that they were both safe. And so when John was suddenly taken away from him, and the Alpha's presence was not there, Paul found sleeping incredibly hard.

He stood there yawning as George used the lint roller on his suit for the third time, terrified that there still was some form of stray fluff on his blazer or pants. Of course, George was just panicking, but he still couldn't help the panic. There were ladies in waiting rushing in and out of the doors, supplying George with more accessories belonging to Paul. From jewellery, to pocket flowers and handkerchiefs, to shoes. It was utterly chaotic, and Paul was not surprised that George was stressed out.

"Are you almost done, George?" The also nervous Omega asked, looking in the mirror at the panicking Beta behind him. "Mikey's in the drawing room. I must see him soon, I want to talk to him."

"Yes... Yes I am." The Beta nodded, shoving the lint roller onto the side. "I just need to call Martin. He has the whereabouts of your cape..."

"Well, please may I at least call the dining room in order to get a coffee, just while you call Martin? I need waking up a little-"

"No!" George I interrupted, his voice desperate. "I-I'm sorry, sir..." He immediately sighed. "I'm just so scared of anything damaging your attire..."

"I understand." Paul nodded, eyes growing soft.

Paul felt great pity for George. The Beta was not just dressing Paul like it was any normal day, he was dressing Paul for his wedding. He was the Royal Omega Bride, and poor George was the practically the only person in charge of dressing him. So Paul forgot about his own selfish thoughts, and focused on calming his new friend down.

"Look, how about I go and talk to Michael while you call for my cape? Michael will not damage my suit."

"Alright, sir." George smiled hesitantly, agreeing with Paul's request.

With a final reassuring smile, Paul made his way over to the doors, pushing them open in order to reveal his brother. Mike was sat on the velvet sofa in the corner, his eyes closed and hands over his face. Paul couldn't help but chuckle.

"May I look?" The younger boy asked, a smile clearly upon his face, though his hands mostly hid it.

"Yes..." The Omega chuckled.

Slowly, Mike slid his hands down his own face, showing his features to his older brother. His eyes were still shut, however, and he counted from three before actually opening them.

"Oh my..." He whispered in awe as he stared at Paul, rising slowly to his feet. "Paul... You look fantastic!"

"Thank you." Paul gave his brother a content and genuine smile. "You do, too."

Since Mike had arrived at the palace, Paul had not been able to remove the smile from his face. It felt so great to see his brother again, and there had been a constant feeling of joy in his stomach. That feeling luckily managed to shield the enormous anxiety he also felt, which he was incredibly grateful for.

"I wish I could give you a hug..." Paul sighed.

"Why can you not?" Mike asked, tilting his head in confusion.

"George has been panicking about the suit all morning... The littlest of marks and I fear he may just pass away..." Paul couldn't help but chuckle once more.