Hello everyone, before the story starts, I want to thank everyone for reading and reviewing my stories. I was nervous posting this story because I didn't see a lot of Royal Tutor fanfiction and none of it was mpreg, so I thought "hey, I can start something for once" but if there was a mpreg story with the Royal Tutor before mine, it's not something to fret about. I would like to find some though.

Another thing is that I had to think about something that had bothered me and that was the timeline, specifically around Eins's birth. His canon birthday is January 1st, which is what I used in the story, though there are quite a few things I had to move around for this story to make sense. So I had to do something I hate; math.

So for this story, Eins's is a premature birth, which I think makes sense because of Heine's small body, his lack of care through his earlier months of pregnancy, and his added stress later on. A premature baby has a higher chance of surviving around the late 7th-8th-month mark. So I would estimate that Heine conceived his child in early to mid-June.

I don't own Royal Tutor

I Want to Tell You a Story

Chapter 6

Viktor had watched Heine teach the class of students before he ended the lesson and the children were dismissed to play elsewhere. Heine hadn't even noticed Viktor's presence until the King made himself known. "Heine."

The omega flinched at the sound and turned to Viktor, who looked as though he hadn't aged a day in his life. Heine had changed. Though he kept his youthful appearance, his hair had been cut and he was given clothes better suited for an education and spectacles on his face. His eyes narrowed slightly at Viktor. "What do I owe the pleasure, your highness?" He asked monotonously but with some hurt laced in his words.

"I came to see how the church was doing since being constructed two years ago," Viktor said.

"It's still standing," Heine commented. "If that is all, then I must be going," he said, and just as he was heading to the back of the church, he noticed he was being followed. Heine didn't acknowledge him as he went down the stairs and into the nursery. It only had one infant in it with one of the older and more responsible children watching over him. "Thank you, Anne, that will be all for today," he said. The girl nodded and squeezed her way out of the small room and headed back up the stairs.

Heine smiled and picked up the two-year-old boy. His dark locks were styled much like Heine's was, and his eyes certainly resembled a certain ruler. Viktor paled at the sight of the baby. The baby resembled him when he was a baby, at least from the portraits that his mother had in her resembled this child anyway.

The boy looked at the stranger in the room and clung to Heine's shirt and rested his hand on Heine's shoulder and began to suck his thumb. "What's his name?" Viktor asked.

"Eins," Heine replied, "Eins Wittgenstein. After all, you don't claim he's yours even though he is," Heine stated firmly.

"How could he be mine? He has black hair," Viktor pointed.

Heine had spent many months thinking about that after his son's birth. Though the more Eins had grown, the more obvious he looked more like Viktor in his eyes. It wasn't until an image of the late King had come up during chapel that Heine had realized that his son took after the late king, Viktor's father. "The king before you had dark hair as well," Heine pointed out. "Perhaps it skipped a generation or something, but I had never been with anyone else."

Viktor eyed the boy closer. Black haired. Blue eyed that was in Heine's eye shape. In fact, he did have some resemblance to Heine, around the face, but he greatly resembled Viktor in every other aspect. The boy looked at his papa, yanking on his collar, "papa hungry," he said. Heine nodded, "I know, we're going to have lunch very soon," he said.

"Let me treat you," Viktor offered. "Please."

Heine narrowed his gaze considerably but knew that he had made a promise long ago. And Viktor was the king, even if he was dressed like a peasant once more. "As you wish your majesty," Heine said, a little begrudgingly. He led the king out of the basement of the church and then Viktor took the two into the town.

Heine placed the two-year-old in the chair as they sat down in a restaurant. Eins had learned from an early age that his papa appreciated the quiet and the intelligent boy knew to entertain himself while being quiet. Heine also seemed to have become a parenting expert since he had always carried something on him to keep Eins happy and content.

Viktor watched as Heine took care of the boy before he turned his attention to the king. "You seem like a natural," Viktor spoke to break the tension that had developed since their carriage ride into the town.

"I wouldn't call myself that, but I do take extra effort into caring for him," Heine said. He had many young students and Eins would soon be one of them, but Eins was also Heine's child, and Heine had to learn how to balance taking care of his son while also nurturing his education.

"It's noticeable," Viktor smiled and looked at Eins, still feeling strange around the child. Though he tried to be a little goofy to make the boy laugh, when Viktor tried to make funny faces, Eins remained stoic and even began glaring at the king, much like how Heine glared.

Viktor tried to laugh off not getting a positive response from Eins and turned his attention toward the waiter who was approaching. "Yes, can we have some drinks? Water preferably for me," Viktor said.

"Water for me please, and a cup of water for my son as well, no ice for his cup though," Heine said.

"Coming up sirs," the waiter said and left to get the drinks.

Heine sat with his hands on his lap, looking as stoic as ever. "Not to sound rude your majesty," Heine began, "but why are you doing this? You made it clear that you do not believe me in regards to Eins's father, so why do you still bother with me?"

Viktor sighed, "nothing could ever get past you," he said. "Well Heine, I admit, I miss you," he admitted.

"I don't want to be your secret lover Viktor," Heine stated. "I heard you married not that long ago. I imagine not long; you'll be having an heir from her soon enough."

It was true, Viktor had married a princess from the nation he was just at war with, for peace. The woman was kind and beautiful and would produce beautiful children. However, Viktor couldn't mark her as his, he had already done that with Heine, and there was no undoing that.

Heine was his mate, forever.

"I'm not asking you to be my mistress…I'm here to give my sincerest apologies," he offered. "And to welcome you back to the palace."

Heine stood up forcefully, looking at the king. Anger littered his usually stoic expression. "That sounds like an offer I usually wouldn't refuse because we are mates," Heine's voice was rising steadily. "But I will not have my character questioned anymore, and I won't have my son hated upon." He spoke fluently. "I promised that if you ever healed and got better, I would do God's Will, and I am doing that."

Eins stared at his papa and his angry expression. The toddler had never seen his papa so angry before, and it frightened the child. Heine picked up the boy before he could begin to cry and held him close, "if you do not accept Eins as your son, then I do not want you near me. I would rather die of a broken heart than to see my child's heart be broken by his father."

Heine carried Eins away from the table, and Viktor could have done many things.

Viktor stood up, "HEINE STAY!" The omega stopped rushing off and felt frozen. He turned slowly toward Viktor with fear in his eyes. The alpha looked stronger than he appeared, and had only gotten stronger since the war. He went to Heine and hugged him from behind, "I love you, Heine…I have always loved you. I only want you to produce my heirs. I only want you by my side. For our kingdom, will you not be my mate?"

Heine's heart filled as Viktor held him, and in consequence, their son close. Even if he couldn't move, he didn't think he would want to after this. "Viktor…I…can't," he said. "I made my promise...I am a teacher for my students under God's roof."

"Then be my mate under mine," he said, whispering in his ear as he soon locked lips with Heine.

Some years had passed, and the Queen have birth to a beautiful son. Viktor was there, waiting outside the birthing chambers, remembering how only six years ago, he was running to see Heine for that delivery. The Queen was beyond exhausted and had nearly died from the labor. Like Heine, she had lost a lot of blood.

"Kai," the Queen had said softly after the baby was born. "I want our son to named Kai."

The baby was quiet, and the midwife had feared that this was a stillbirth until a soft cry came from him. The baby was large and healthy, and with light blonde locks that looked almost white. Another perfect child for the king.

Viktor was told the news and walked in to meet his new son with open arms. He cradled the baby softly and looked at his exhausted wife. "She needs bed rest."

Viktor nodded and handed the baby back to the midwife to thoroughly examine him, along with his wife, "please inform me is any changes happen. I'll be back later in the evening to visit with her." He said and walked out of the room.

He was proud. A son.

"Father?"

Viktor turned and saw the six-year-old boy looking up at him. His black hair vibrant as raven's feathers, and just as soft as well. Eins looked like his grandfather, and that pleased Viktor's mother, the Queen Mother. Since Heine's arrival at the palace some time ago, the Queen Mother had been joyous over the boy, giving him the attention the boy was only used to with his papa. Eins was now used to life in the palace, and while he stayed closer to his papa, who was now his educator, Eins had found himself more aware of the life he was now in. As a six-year-old, his prodigy status was glowing brighter than ever, and under Heine and his new way of life, Eins would become the perfect king.

Eins was the Crowned Prince after all.

Much like Heine, Eins always wore a stoic expression and hid his feelings fairly well. Viktor smiled and knelt down to be boy's height, "congratulations Eins; you're a big brother now," he said and patted his head, "but don't worry, I'll still give you all of the attention." He joked softly.

"What attention?" Eins asked. "I just know you as Father."

Viktor pulled back and cleared his throat, "I'm also your king as well," he said, some blush on his face. "Where is your papa?"

"He's grading some assignments of mine at the moment, so I was told to come out here for a bit," he informed the King.

Viktor nodded and said, "how have your studies been going?"

"I'm doing very well in my academics, but papa wants me to expand my fields and learn from other tutors and educators. He mentioned something about talking to you about it."

"Excellent, it was about time that you had other tutors," Viktor said. "I can find you the best tutors around, and when you're older, I'll send you to the academy I went to as a young lad," Viktor said in encouragement.

Eins nodded, but he didn't appear interested in the slightest. Not the studying part, he didn't mind study, but the encouragement from his so-called father was strange.

Viktor patted his head once more and ushered him along before he went to talk with Heine.

"I heard the Queen birthed a son, congratulations," Heine said when Viktor came in the room. Heine's place in the palace was distant. He wasn't even technically there. He often left in the mornings to teach the students before coming back during the lunch hour to educate his son before going to bed. Viktor had offered Eins a room that was his bedroom and filled with all of the finest things in the world, but the boy was more comfortable in the room next to Heine. Heine's room was too large for his comfort, and he had a hard time getting used to it. Even now, four years later, he still wasn't that used to it.

"Thank you Heine, but that wasn't why I'm here," Viktor said and took a free seat by the omega. "I'm here because I want you to give me another child as well."

Heine looked over. Heine hadn't had a heat cycle since the first time when he conceived Eins, and he knew soon he would have another. The omega body had to wait at least a year before restarting, but Heine noticed that he was delayed and he had a hypothesis that it was because of his body being small and needed more time to recover.

Heine hadn't thought about having another child. As someone who was an orphan, it seemed selfish to want a child when so many were born and abandoned. But if the king wanted it…

"I do not know when my next heat is, but when it happens, I can conceive your next child then," Heine replied. He couldn't deny the king if he wanted a child with him.

Viktor leaned in, and as Heine was writing, he began to kiss the omega's neck, licking at the mate mark. "Why not spend some time with me, Heine? The Queen won't be in my bedchambers tonight," he said.

Heine pulled away, "I think you should be with your wife and son. After all, he was just born today…or do you deny him as you did my child?"

Viktor flinched at the comment and felt anger and sadness. "You'll never let that go, will you?"

"No, and I shouldn't have to." Heine pointed out. "Because you still don't believe me, do you?"

Viktor looked away, "I've already announced that he was the crowned prince, what else do you want?"

"I wanted you to accept him as your son and not some heir for your precious throne." Heine turned to him, looking him dead in the eye. "Viktor…I want what's best for the kingdom. If giving you more children will do that, then I will. I will do my duty to you as your mate, but please do not ignore your son much longer. He knows you do it on purpose. He's intelligent. Do not hurt him anymore…I'm sorry I even let you do that much damage to him."

Viktor sunk his head low, resting it on Heine's shoulder, "I know…I know I'm a terrible father to him…And I think it's too late."

"It's never too late Viktor," Heine said, wrapping his arms around him. "Eins is young, and his heart can help quickly, but you cannot delay him of your support much longer," Heine said. "Go to him…go to your sons, both of them, and tell them that you love them. Always tell them that."

Viktor nodded and kissed Heine's forehead. "I love you, Heine; I'll always tell you that." He stood up and left the room, leaving Heine in tears.