His Majesty (Slide Away)

36.

"Maybe we should call Ringo? Inform him of where we are and request he can drop some clothes here?" Paul asked, sort of knowing that either Ringo or George were the only way that would be possible. They were supposed to have ran away, after all, and those two were the only people that they had contact for and could trust. "There should be a telephone booth close, surely?"

The boys had finally reached the grey mountains, half an hour away from the castle. Maybe longer, Paul wasn't sure, they had been driving for so long he could barely keep up...

"There should be, indeed." The Alpha nodded, rather ambitiously. "Yeah- Yeah that is a good idea, Macca..."

"Trust me, coming up with all these great ideas." The Omega joked, snickering proudly to himself. John chuckled a little, altering the mirror with his free hand.

"Of course, my love. You're the smartest in this car." The two laughed fondly, before John stopped, smiling to himself instead. "Anyways, how is that cheek of yours?"

"It's alright... She has a fierce hand, however it stopped stinging a little while ago."

"Oh, good..."

If Paul was honest, it was the shock of the entire event that had startled him the most. He knew the Queen was not fond of him, sure, but he never believed that she would hit him.

But Paul just didn't know why Mimi hated him so much... Was it something he did when he initially arrived? Or was it the way he was? Surely she couldn't have hated him just because he was an Omega, that would be terribly silly...

"Hey, Macca." John called to him, snapping the younger out of his trance. John seemed eager to show the boy something, sitting forward in his chair.

"Hm?" Paul asked, copying John in looking forward, cautiously.

"All you see is mountains around us, yeah?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, if you keep looking forward, in a few seconds, you're gonna see a hell of a lot more than just the side of these mountains..." The Prince chuckled, fondly, slowing the car down a little at the 'slow' sign.

"W-What?"

However there was barely time for John to answer, as in a few seconds, the car had made a rather sharp turn to the right, and the view in-front of Paul was not one just filled with the sides of mountains. Instead, squeezed between the mountains still beside him, an amazing skyline could be seen. There was a coral blue coloured sea, a beautiful part of Aquitaine visible on the other side of it.

"Aquitaine has a coast?" Paul asked, astonished.

"Yeah... The kingdom of Aquitaine is 100,000km worth of land in the shape of the letter 'u'. This side is full of beautiful mountains and hills, and from up here, the view is simply amazing..." The Prince informed him, informing the boy of things he had not known.

On the flight here, Paul was rather lost, staring out of the window aimlessly. When they had left the clouds to land, Paul could barely see any of Aquitaine in the distance, for most of the surrounding area was full of dark green fur trees. But from this view, 250m in the air, he was seeing more of the kingdom than he ever had done before.

"You're right about that, John." He was amazed, and continued to gawp at the view as John now drove on the mountain pass.

Still, neither of them had any idea where they were going, rather just hoping that they could drive somewhere and eventually find a phone box to call someone... But even the thought of calling anyone had been lost somewhere in the back of Paul's mind at this point.

"If we carry on this road for around another twenty minutes, we should be reaching a village. Heston village... A small village with a population of only around 7,000 people... There should be a phone box there."

"Alright..." Paul nodded along, before taking a deep breath. "I'll go where ever you go, John."

They continued on the windy road, John turning the radio up. At one point, a few minutes into the remainder of the drive, John even put the roof down on the car, allowing the wind to run through their hair. They were high up, and the breeze felt incredibly liberating.

However around ten minutes into said drive, things began to go... Wrong. The radio completely shut down, and neither knew why. It was not that it had no signal, the thing didn't even crackle, it just switched off and Paul couldn't turn it back on.

John was waiting for an area where the two could park and take a look, maybe for John to have a little mess around with it. This was John's car, after all, one of his best... He was proud of his cars, and loved them very dearly. If anybody could get his cars working, it was surely him.

When the two saw a stretch of road that acted as a mini hard shoulder, John jumped at the chance to park. He turned, parking the car perfectly.

"Let's have a look here, shall we?" John asked, leaning forward in his leather seat and studying the radio. He repeatedly pressed the on switch, though Paul was not sure why as he had done that a million times before. "Let me start the engine again..."

So John switched the engine off, waiting five seconds before switching it on again.

Well, at least he tried to switch it on again.

The engine revved, but did no more. A panic-driven John tried it again, switching the key once more and pressing his foot on the peddle. At one point, he was putting so much pressure into the peddle that Paul feared he might break it.

"No, no, no!" John called out, giving up. A frustrated and stressed groan fell from his lips, and his head fell onto the wheel.

"What is happening?" Paul asked, nervously.

"Battery's dead." John grumbled, though his voice was muffled from his face being pressed into the wheel.

"The battery is dead?"

"Yeah." He lifted his head up, reluctantly, staring at the bonnet in-front of him. "Though I have no idea how... I use this car all the time! And if I do not use it in a while, then I have one of the servants to give it a run for tips... There is no reason for this battery to be dead!"

"What would make it start up again?"

"Another car's engine connected to this one with a set of jump leads..." John spoke. "However I do not have any... And there are no other cars..." He sounded defeated. "So... So we are stuck."

At first, Paul didn't respond, rather just stared at John's hand gripping the wheel. Then the Alpha slammed his foot onto the peddle, revving it yet another time. He growled as he did so, yelling when nothing happened.

"John!" Paul stressed, quickly placing his hand on John's knee, gently calming his outburst of frustration. The Alpha was breathing extremely heavily. "John... Just calm down..."

The Alpha shook his head.

"Yes." Paul urged. "Look... We can't be alone on this road... There'll be people coming and driving down here, no?"

"Hm..." He sounded so weak.

"Let's wait for someone, hold our arm out when we see someone we think could help us..." The Omega suggested, carefully.

"Yes... O-Okay."

The two climbed from the car, Paul guiding John back over to the lifeless road. The weather was luckily great, and the wind speeds were low. It was close to sunset, though, and so Paul really wanted to get on the road again.