His Majesty (Slide Away)

35.

Paul and John had been discussing the ceremony that Paul wished for when everything had kicked off. He had been so incredibly excited to become an actual real-life prince once again and reclaim that title, that soon he hadn't been able to stop the words from leaving his lips.

The first person that Paul had told was George. Obviously George could keep such a secret from falling into bad hands... He had then been so excited that he had wrote a letter to his brother, however Mike could not have opened it yet, it had only been two days. And so the 'rumour' must have began through Astrid or Stuart. Paul was in no way blaming either of them, it was his fault for telling them in the open library, in which the maids were dusting at the time.

Rumours spread like wildfire, and this one had seemed to spread particularly quick. Not all rumours got out of hand, however, it was only when the rumour landed I'm the lands of someone so untrustworthy in which that happened. Unfortunately, that is what had happened, the rumour of Paul becoming a Prince had somehow ended up in the hands of nobody other than Mimi Smith.

They obviously were planning on telling the Queen, they had too, but Paul had proposed spilling the information over dinner one evening. John had agreed eventually, however there was no longer a point.

Mimi knew, and she was furious.

Paul and John were sat in the kitchen, Astrid cooking food in the background. There were books scattered all over the table, plans of what Paul would wear to the ceremony, and what John would wear. There was a calendar to set the date, a few names written down for who should be able to attend.

The boys had been discussing Mike's presence when the door to the kitchen had flew open.

Everyone's heads shot up at the noise of the door slamming against the cabinets, Astrid dropping an empty plate and turning around. Mimi was stood at the door, her face red with fury, lines of eyeliner and mascara creating steaks on her face where she had obviously been crying. She had her teeth gritted together, and her blood must have been boiling so much that she was too angry to even notice the shattered plate on the ground.

"What in the world do you think you are playing at?!" She yelled, eyes looking back and forth between John and Paul, like they were two naughty school boys who were being told off for making mud slides. Only Mimi one hundred times more furious than a school teacher.

"Mimi-" John had began to defend the two.

"No! I do not want to hear a single fucking word from your lips, John!" John shut up immediately, just out of pure shock. Mimi had never used such a slur. The Queen had then turned to face Paul, and the Omega's entire body froze, this time in fear. "It is you I want to talk with."

"Y-Yes, ma'am..." Paul stuttered out, raising to his feet. She was still the Queen.

"I don't know what in the he,l you think you are playing at, young Omega, but whatever this treachery is, I have had enough of it! You have had enough freedom in this house... From you and John having practically your own house in the palace, to you not having to kneel to everyone if my servants or your Alpha... We caught man who poisoned you and imprisoned him for years, we let you leave the palace with that Beta friend of yours... For God's sake, do you know how difficult it was trying to hide your brother's presence in your part of the castle from that stupid, obnoxious old man of yours?!"

"Hey!" Paul called to her, his mind briefly not caring about her status or title. "He may be an obnoxious sod but he is my father and I only I can call him such things! I think I have earned the right to, if I am completely honest!"

"Don't you dare raise your voice at me, Omega!" She yelled, face red and anger beaming so clearly that Paul swore he could see smoke from her ears...