His Majesty (Slide Away)

42.

5th November - evening

That evening, at around 9pm, Paul and John arrived back at Aquitaine palace. As it was dark outside, not too many people had made a fuss of John and Paul's return, which had been the reasoning for their return at such a late hour, and why they hadn't just set off the next morning.

The car pulled outside the grand entrance, and John thanked their driver. He and Paul walked hand in hand up the small steps, approaching the red carpet that would lead them through the grand doors.

"Do you think three or four days would have been enough for Mimi to calm down?" Asked Paul, half jokingly and half hesitantly. He was slightly nervous.

"Surely so. And if the time away had not done it, then the death of your father must have." John pointed out, and Paul hummed in agreement.

The police were still looking for the assassin, and so Mike and the entirety of Rotherham palace was on a strict lockdown. John and Paul had been lucky they were allowed to leave, though three police cars had escorted them to the airport. The whole ordeal was a horrible one.

"Well, I guess we will see... Now." Paul muttered, so that just John could hear, and right on queue, the two turned to their left, now facing the hallway where they would be greeted by the monarch.

Or, well, where they would usually be greeted by the queen. Especially when returning upon leaving for a dreary matter, such as a funeral.

But there was no sign of the Queen Elizabeth. Infact, the grand entrance was completely scarce of people, apart from a rather forced looking Martin standing in the middle.

"I think we have our answer..." Paul whispered to John.

But this didn't make sense to the Alpha.

"Good evening, both." Martin greeted, bowing.

"Hello... Martin, where is she?"

"Her majesty?"

"Yes... Where is Mimi?"

"I am afraid I do not know..." Martin explained, simply. "The last time I saw her was at the breakfast table, where she kindly asked me to greet you boys tonight instead of herself. She did not look well."

"Was she at the lunch table?" John questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"I am afraid not sir, no." Martin spoke, seriously. "I apologise but I do not have the faintest of clues where the Queen is."

"I know where she is." A voice from the top of the grand stairs called.

All three men's heads turned to look at who's voice it was, though John already knew. His stomach turned at the thought, and he rolled his eyes.

"If you wished to know where the Queen was, sir, why did you not just come to me? I am her own personal valet now..." Brian informed the Prince, a rather sarcastic tone in his voice. Though such a tone would not have been so clear to anyone else.

"I didn't wish for your input." John slyly spoke back.

"Where is she, Brian?" Paul called from the side of John, and before John could curse Paul for talking to the Alpha on the stairs, Brian replied.

"In her bedroom. She is feeling a little under the weather at the moment, I am afraid. She requests no visitors."

"Come on..." Paul urged John, keeping hold of his hand and walking forwards. "Thank you." He smiled to Martin.

"Paul- Woah..." John stumbled out, not expecting himself to be dragged like this. "Where are we going?"

They began to climb the stairs.