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I Want to Tell You a Story

Chapter 4

I was unconscious for days. Meanwhile, Heine was jailed for kidnapping and the attempted assassination of the Prince for material gain. That was the first time that Heine learned of my station as royalty. He seemed not to worry about himself; his thoughts were only for my well-being when it should have been for himself. He never even defended his innocence.

Heine didn't know how long he had been in the cell now. It had to have been a while now. He was noticing a lot of physical changes to his body. His hair had grown so long since his imprisonment. It was as long as a woman's.

But that wasn't all.

The guards had been gossiping. "That's the omega who kidnapped the Prince?" "Yeah, for material gain from what it looked like." "At least we know why now."

The omega looked down at himself, seeing a thicken bulge under his thin dress given to him as a sign that not only was he a prisoner, but that he was an omega as well. He had begun to get sick and couldn't keep any food down, nor did he even want to eat in the first place, not while he had no idea of Viktor's condition. No one would tell him anything. When he asked, one of the guard scolded at him and spat in his face, "you tried to kill him. Don't act so concerned you whore."

He only sat quietly and prayed.

"Dear God, Let Viktor recover from this! If you do, if you let him live, I'll do anything you ask of me," he prayed, his thoughts consumed with Viktor.

The sound of metal touching echoed the space; the door creaked opened, but Heine didn't move. He only continued to pray.

"Sorry it took me so long," Viktor smiled as he looked at his mate. Heine turned and saw Viktor exposing his wrappings and with a coat over his shoulders. "I'm here to get you out."

Heine was so relieved that he could feel his heart refill quickly. Tears came to his eyes, "I'm so glad you're alive." Viktor watched as Heine knelt down and bowed, but he soon fell over on his side, and Viktor rushed to him. "Heine!" He moved up onto his back and saw the undeniable extended abdomen that revealed Heine's pregnancy. The prince tried to wake him and called for the guards to bring some aid. Heine's starving body barely held any energy in it anymore, and he felt relieved that Viktor was alive, and so, now his body and mind can rest.

"He's pregnant?"

The king looked unhappy with this arrangement. Viktor stood before his father, a desk between them. "Yes, father. I'm having the royal physician exam him right as we speak." The prince stated. "He needs medical care. He had no adequate food or water while imprisoned nor any care in years on top of that," Viktor defended. "And I'm the only one he' ever been with the father. That is my child he is carrying."

The king stood and said, "I'm crowning you a king in few days, and you spring this news upon me? What were you thinking Viktor?" The king demanded. "Not only had you snuck out after hours, but you mated with a street rat! Do you know how much this jeopardizes your claim to the crown?"

"Who else would take the crown. I'm your only heir!" Viktor retorted.

"Once the council finds out, they'll begin to question my rule; we're already on the brink of war with another nation. We cannot handle a conflict," the king said.

"Heine is a good man. A good person. I learned so much from him. I want to take care of this nation Father. I will take care of my country with Heine's help," Viktor proclaimed.

"I already pardoned him, what else could you want Viktor?" The king was not one for jokes, and he thought his son was just kidding. "You'll be crowned in a few days," he said. The king's health had been failing, and he could sense his time was coming soon, "I do not want to see that vermin you mated. I 'd like you married to a princess of a respectable line. Marry her, and she'll bear your heirs, but that omega out there will never carry the kingdom's future if I have the final say in that."

Viktor looked at his father, shame written in his eyes. "As you wish father," Viktor said and left the office.

Heine hadn't woken up since being pardoned. Viktor was at his bedside most of the time unless he had been called away. Viktor looked at the swollen abdomen and knew that they child within Heine was his child, a possible heir to his line already. His heart ached for Heine just as Heine's heart had ached for Viktor.

There was a knock at the door. Viktor turned and said, "enter" loud enough to be heard. The royal physician came in and walked over to Heine's bedside. "Hello your majesty," the doctor greeted. "I was told to examine a pregnant omega."

"Yes, here," Viktor took a step back to allow the doctor to get a better view. The doctor had dark locks and wore spectacles. He began to examine Heine. Checking his pulse and feeling around the pregnant belly for fetal movement. After a few minutes, he turned to the prince, who had been watching the doctor like a hawk. "My lord, the omega is dehydrated and more than likely starving. I recommend that he be put on bed rest. The baby is still alive miraculously, but the health of the parent should come before the child, I must inform you of that now…if this is your mate, then he must be isolated away before the birth. There, I believe he can have rest," the doctor informed.

Viktor would do anything to make sure that Heine received the best care that he could provide.

He didn't care, that was his child within Heine, and they would be his royal heir. Viktor had marked Heine, and that gave the child just as much claim to the throne as his future spouse's children in his eyes.

Though the church would highly disagree.