A/N: Don't worry, I found a way out of it! Short mini plot line and anti-climax in here and more mini plot points will sneak their ways in until I can't think of anything else, then it'll all finish~ Also... One of the reviews for the last chapter was regarding the diary entry and continuity involving not knowing each other during their first time. Alfred knew Arthur because he was the host omega and it would take an idiot not to put together the fact that they were in Britain and Arthur was the 'omega that he was supposed to be dancing with', but even if he didn't mention the name, he would at least have mentioned the ball.

The seconds seemed to last forever. The omega stared intensely at the device in his hands until the result showed on the screen. Curiously, he glanced at it and let out a soft sigh of relief. "I'm not pregnant," Arthur called out of the door, desperately hoping that he didn't sound at all excited. Safe for another half a hear or so, when his next heat was due. A silent thanking to whoever had prevented it was given, then he opened the door to see that his husband had tears in his eyes. All happiness left and he instantly felt terrible. "Are you okay?"

"Why can't I get you pregnant? All I want right now is a baby with you!" he cried out. The Queen wrapped both arms around him.

"It could be a false negative; they happen occasionally. Or it could be that it's too early for the test; the heat was only last week."

Their eyes met for a long moment. "I want you to check every few days whilst I'm away, then call me." He nodded once, before embracing the taller male. It felt as if there was a lack of warmth in the contact between them during the moment, but he was determined to please his King by that point; not so much as to trigger a phantom pregnancy, but just enough to make him determined to do anything despite the past Queen's wishes. They parted ways soon after, and he made his way to their bedroom to mull over the possible ways to sort the problem with his mother-in-law.

Surely, he couldn't take the test and make a run for it to escape her wrath or anything. That would most definitely end badly and he would have to find a way to get himself back to his own kingdom in order to protect the baby if conception actually occurred. Plus, it would be hard to explain to anyone why he had fled from his husband's homeland without mentioning that the past Queen hated him. That also cancelled out calling for a divorce or taking his own life...

What was he thinking? Arthur was a respectable Queen who had a kingdom outside of his homeland to rule with the help of the beautiful man whom he loved dearly. They hadn't been married for long, but he felt an unmistakable connection between them; something sweet and chaste and innocent, yet sexy and loving at the same time. He would be nineteen years old soon enough, and no one could stop him from loving the sweet man of his dreams and every moment between them. Sure, they hadn't made as much contact as he had hoped, in terms of cuddles or general conversation, but he was completely in love with the alpha. Nothing anyone could ever say or do would change that for him.

So, he would have to take it like a man. Nothing she could say or do would ever change his opinion on Alfred, and even if he was stuck bringing up the babies alone due to inappropriate behaviour or something else of the sort, he would have at least a little support when it came to bettering the child's life. He would stick to everything that he believed in and wouldn't allow anyone to change a single thing. He was Arthur Jones-Kirkland now, no one could change that.

He spent hours trying to figure out all of the rules that could possibly apply in order to get himself out of it. Every political studies book, every page on the monarchy, every note about laws. Since he would likely not be able to argue his way out of it as easily as he could argue himself into getting whatever he wanted back in his homeland, he would build up an iron defence; blocking as many wormholes as possible and researching each of the laws in great depth in order to figure out whether any of it was legal. It was only right for him to fight for what he loved, therefore it would be perfectly reasonable for him to pull out everything he knew about the kingdom on the past Queen. The omega was manipulative and smart enough to do such a thing, so he had a great advantage as long as the books were up to date... not that she wouldn't try to change them if they were anyway.

Around half way into the first of the books, there was a loud knock on the door. He mentally cursed; no guard would ever give such a stern knock, hence it could only be either of the past royals. Each of the books were thrown under the bed in a few seconds flat, then he sat on the edge of the bed with the most innocent smile that he could muster as his mother-in-law entered the bedroom. "Arthur," she acknowledged quietly with a slight nod in his direction, "We need to talk, if you wouldn't mind following me." He wanted to scream at her and point out that he did in fact mind, but instead decided to give up on the defensive act. She exited the room again, and the omega dragged himself after her until they reached a large study room, where both sat down in silence. The Queen recognised it; it was the room that his husband tended to be in whilst sorting out important business.

Simplistic, as usual. The walls were lined with bookshelves full of old books, but not one of them seemed to stand out. The titles were inked in in gold, yet the covers themselves were plain and dull. There was little furniture as expected. A globe on a stand with a somewhat steampunk air about it, and a large mahogany desk with papers on either side but nothing in the centre. The chairs were also made of a similar wood, and were placed opposite each other on either side of the desk. The older lady took seat on the chair that Alfred usually took, so Arthur hesitantly sat on the remaining chair. "I'm guessing that you know why you're here," she said in an unusually calm tone. He took a deep breath and gave a nod.

"I'd just like you to know, though, I don't think that it is good for you to try to do this. I love your son and he loves me. This kingdom needs an heir for after we pass, and it won't have one unless we have a child together." A smile played on her thin lips.

"We have a lot of children who could be heirs. For starters, Alfred has a brother who is a few years younger than him; Matthew. He may currently be in another kingdom with his fiancé but I'd prefer his commoner partner to a man who was impure before marrying my son. We have standards, naturally." The omega ran his fingers through his hair as he tried to think of anything that could be used as part of his supposed 'defence'.

"Well, I could technically get you beheaded for treason if you try to ruin us."

"Which would work if you had full control over the country. Remember; me and your father-in-law are still in control of the country and have to pass laws and convictions against anyone above middle class. That was one of the laws we passed a long time ago when we were around your age, and it would take a lot to remove it. Until we give up the role completely and your official coronation takes place." Their eyes locked in a fierce glare as Arthur tried to figure out what he could possibly say as a comeback. Those were his only two arguments as the book focused a lot on them and there were a lot of wormholes to cover on each page. The only other thing that he could possibly think of was something that he didn't expect to work at all but decided to try in a desperate attempt to sort out the situation.

"What about your son's happiness? Does that mean nothing to you?" She raised an eyebrow. "Look, I don't care that you don't approve of me. I don't care that you dislike the fact that Alfred and I are active in the bedroom. I don't care that you have all of these people who could easily take the throne. Not only do I adore him, but I also respect his decisions. He wants to have children, so sure as hell he's going to get the most beautiful children in the entire kingdom. As far as I'm concerned, his desires come before yours or mine or anyone else's. If anyone dares try to ruin anything at all for him, I will get so pissed off that I shall actually make sure that whoever tries their luck feels the pain that they intend to put him through. As long as I have his love and vice versa, we don't need anything else."

The elder omega stayed completely silent for a long time, to the point where Arthur's palms grew clammy. He had no idea of what to expect and genuinely felt sick as the silence thickened. "I hope you have your bags packed," she replied quietly. The Queen felt his heart sink. With the slightest of nods, he stood and made his way towards the door. "The guards will arrive at your room in approximately fifteen minutes to take your bags over to the official quarters." His eyes snapped up.

"Wh-what?"

"You've proved that you can stand up for your beliefs, so expect your coronation to come in a few months," she smiled, "It was a test to see if you were good enough for my son; my father-in-law did the same for me when I was pregnant with my first child. As long as you stand up for the person that you love, you're alright. Also, I admire how you and he married rather than leaving it as a one night stand."

"Does he know about this whole thing?" The woman nodded quickly with a flash of a smile.

"He'll be back in the morning; the 'business trip' was a way to get you to either take responsibility or leave."

The following hug between them felt strange. Arthur tried not to squirm uncomfortably under the unusually tight hold and forced a smile. As the woman pulled away, she gave a somewhat devilish smile. "Would you like a special ointment to increase the knotting during mating in order to raise the chances of conception?" Green eyes widened as the young omega shook his head quickly. He was suddenly embarrassed by the question, and she clearly noticed as she let out a soft laugh. Even so, she lifted up a bottle containing a strange liquid that, according to the label, increased arousal and therefore each mating session. Both grew quiet again as he slipped it into his pocket, then went to pack all of his belongings ready for the move.