Hello everyone, thank you call for being patient and supportive! I'm sorry this chapter is getting out so late, but I'm in Grad School, and that alone should be my excuse.

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I Want to Tell You a Story

Chapter 8

"I wanted to tell you this story because I wanted you to know the truth before rumors were to spread around about Heine," Viktor said solemnly. His demeanor was just as serious as to when he began telling the story.

His sons were silent, understandably so. The first to speak was Bruno, his and Licht's worlds rocked the most from the story just told. "Why did you tell us now? About Heine," he held back the sob in his throat. Heine was more than only a tutor to him. Even before this, he worshipped Heine and had admired the small omega. He felt connected to someone like him for the first time in ages, and now he knew that they were mother and child.

"You're my sons, and you all deserved answers to your questions," Viktor answered.

"Why would there be unfounded rumors about Heine? Just because he's your mate?" Leonhard asked.

"I certainly have no intention of making the truth of the matter public, nor does Heine," Viktor said. "I made him a promise after I had found him. That if his past were to come to surface, he would leave the palace without a word and I would not interfere."

"What's this?" Bruno asked as he looked at the new parchment of paper that had been opened by the king, which had prompted him to tell the story.

"Heine has resigned his post as the royal tutor."

Heine had moved his possessions out of the palace and into his room that he once had rented out before his position as the royal tutor. It was a small room, he didn't need much room and still filled with old possessions he couldn't take with him to the new palace for…reasons.

"Are you happy?" Heine asked the figure behind him wore white and his hair gave off a lavender color to it. He wore a smirk. "I would be happier if you were further away. I wouldn't want my beloved to see you when he returns."

Heine's eyes widen, still not facing the man who was the cause of his problems at the moment, Rosenberg. Heine knew who he was speaking of though; he didn't need to confirm anything. He was always right.

"You should hear the horrid things he says about you Heine," the man taunted, "you must have been a horrible parent to him. After all, who just leaves their child?" Rosenberg said, a hand sliding to his midsection, "you can rest assure that I would never abandon Eins's child, like how you abandoned him," he said.

Heine wouldn't cry, but his heart was sinking low, in the pit of his stomach. He knew he had failed Eins, and he was failing Bruno and Licht in a similar way.

"I'm sorry that it had to come to this Heine…but you were simply too good at your job, and I have to ensure my child's future on the throne. Can't have those little princes creeping on the throne like that…not that they had a chance anyways, especially your bastards."

Heine raised his head up slowly, "you may do with me whatever you want, but," he turned, his eyes firm and full of fury, "you do not speak ill of any of the princes."

"Funny how you don't defend just your own sons…you defend all of them."

"Of course, they're my precious students, and they would make excellent rulers," Heine defended. "All of them are precious to me. Eins included."

The man faltered a bit, but resumed his smirking, "I'll be sure that Eins knows that you send your love…whether or not he believes you are all up to him." Rosenberg turned and left, Heine was fuming internally and closed the door after a few minutes. Heine went to sit down at his desk, and with a hidden key from his pocket, he used that to unlock a drawer in his desk, and there, now covered in a thick layer of dust, was his journal. This was the journal he used to learn how to read and write, and he used this journal to document his most valuable pieces of his life.

His children's photographs.

They were too young to remember, but Eins wasn't. He knew he would remember the time they had spent together…but Bruno and Licht were too young. In the photo, Licht was sleeping in Heine's arms, only a few months old, and Bruno was in Eins's arms. Eins was a child then, but he was almost taller than Heine at the time. Viktor was also in the photo as well, sitting next to Heine with the same charismatic smile he always had. It wasn't that long after that Heine had taken off…and Heine held that pain in him for over a decade.

There were also photos of just the boys. Viktor had given him numerous pictures of the boys growing up after he had found his place. Heine was surprised that Viktor had not requested him back when he was found after leaving. A coldness was in those blue eyes, and it seemed like he understood why he had left. Heine didn't expect forgiveness from him either, but Viktor had promised that their secret was safe and the boys knew no better. Though when Viktor approached him years later to become the royal tutor, Heine made him swear to never speak of their past or of his secrets, or else he would leave.

Heine could continue to bare the pain of his past, for his boys.

Heine returned to the palace to give what was to be his final lesson to the princes. He was standing there, in the same room to which they all met in, and proceeded to have many lessons in. It was a sorrowful moment. To Heine, this would be the last time he would see his sons ever again, and yes, that included Leonhard and Kai. Even though he didn't birth the boys, he had been around when they were very young, and while it felt like he met new people when he arrived at the palace, it also felt like a reunion to him.

To him, all of the princes were more than just his students; they were his sons.

The doors opened with a creek, and he knew it was time for their final lesson.

The four were directed to sit down and to discuss their last lesson. Heine had been keeping an eye on them as they investigated, and had made that known, but until last night, he had no idea of what they had been told.

Licht was the one to blurt out, "we know you're innocent! If those guards had known you and father were-" he stopped himself. Heine's eyes widen for a moment, but then harden, "what about the King and I?"

They all looked guilty now, "we know…you and father were mates," Licht said.

"He swore he would have taken that to his grave," Heine said, his eyes narrowing at that comment, "what else do you know?"

This time, Bruno spoke, "we know that you're our other parent!"

"Correction, I'm yours, Licht's and Eins's biological mother due to me being an omega," he said, still maintaining his stoic demeanor. "However, I do not think of myself as your parent for I did not properly raise you," he was in tutor mode, and he couldn't allow his feelings falter.

Hearing Heine brush them off was painful, especially for Bruno, who had a deep admiration for the tutor, but also as an omega, himself. How could anyone just reject their own offspring? Still, Heine saw his students with the utmost pride as an educator, and he let them know all of that by giving them the best thing any educator could provide their students; words of encouragement and the knowledge to tell them that they can achieve their goals.

It was still a heartbreaking good-bye.

Heine was soon back at the church where he had been teaching since leaving his boys in their father's care. Like always, he held a stoic expression, and he didn't let his personal manners come into his professional life. Those tears were to be shed when he was all alone at night.

As he finished up the day's lesson and dismissed the young children, a man walked in. Heine looked up and was a little surprised, "Priest Weislinger." The priest had aged not very well since the last time Heine had seen the man. The last time he could think of was over twenty years ago. "Heine…I wanted to come visit after sooner than this and on better terms, but I feel as though this is the best time." The senior man pulled put out a rolled-up piece of parchment and handed it to Heine. Heine opened it, seeing it as an old document and reading it to himself before he looked at the priest with a spark of anger in his eyes, "with all due respect Priest Weislinger, but Eins is the crown prince as decreed by our King. You even coming to me is going against Viktor's words and orders."

"Ah yes, but you were brought in to tutor the young princes for a reason and not for the one King Viktor would have you believe. When we find a more suitable tutor for the princes, and I only mean Prince Kai and Prince Leonhard, your sons will have no claim to anything royal. In fact, once word spreads that Prince Bruno and Prince Licht are omegas, they'll be lucky enough to be considered worthy for the whorehouse."

"YOU DO NOT DISRESPECT ANY OF THE PRINCES!" Heine yelled. His nerves were touched and threatening his boys would only anger Heine. The scroll that Heine was just given was not only an order to remove his sons from the palace and to disinherit their titles for their crown but also to inform him that Licht had just entered in his first heat at the age of fourteen.

"Careful Heine, one might think that you actually care a great deal for your sons…but we all know that's not true. All they are to you are your students, excuse me, former students. The devil inside of you may have allowed those abominations to be born, but it was only with God's forgiving grace that they are alive and in such high statuses.

"If you do anything to my sons, I'll-"

"Careful Heine. You're in God's house. Choose your words wisely," The priest looked down at the man. Short. Orange-haired. Red demonic eyes.

"I'll inform the king of your traitorous actions. He'll listen to my word."

"And once he hears your word, you'll lose everything. The job. This church will no longer house the orphans you care about, and I'll expose you and your sons as the bastards they are and as the omega-slim you are," Weislinger promised. "Choose your battles carefully Heine."