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The war was over. The fires were starting to settle. He could smell and see the black smoke from the windows of his room. He could see the dead men in the city. He could smell the blood. The gates had been fallen. The war was over. But not in favor for Britain.
And the Dutch king was coming.
“Papa what is going to happen to us”
George cried out to his father, his heart beating faster any second passing. Hearing the voice of enemy soldiers celebrating their win. His mama hugging him and promising everything will be okay.
The doors of the main hall opened and a man, his father’s consort perhaps, talked out of breath.
“Sire, he is here. The king of the Netherlands is here. He is Waiting for you”
The king let out a breath and started walking through the door.
“papa…”
He turned around and looked at his son.
the omega son, the boy who he raised with the love he could never find to give to him.
“Don’t worry darling, whatever that is best for you, will happen.
The lie tasted bitter on his tongue.
And a shiver ran through George’s body.
And with that he turned around and walked to the intruder who destroyed half of his city snd killed all his men.
“King verstappen, cant say its a delight seeing you after what you’ve done to my city.”
“Your city?” Max smirked. “Im pretty sure it belongs to me now.” He threw himself on a chair and looked the British king in the eye.
“But i gotta admit, its pretty far from the Netherlands, i was thinking of destroying the whole realm.” He said like he was deciding what to have for breakfast.
“You shouldn’t” king said with a voice trying hard not to break.
“And why is that”
“I’ll give you anything ”
One of max’s eyebrows lifted.
“What could you possibly give me that I don’t already have”
The king thought for a moment and came back with an answer.
“My son”
Max let out a loud laugh like he heard the best joke of the century.
“Why would I want your son when I have my chambers filled with men and women of any kind?”
“Not any kind, not this kind.”
“What do you mean?”
“A boy, who will give you children. Omega or alpha.”
Max was surprised now but his Tone remained cool.
“An omega?”
“Yes.”
“They’re a dying breed.”
The king stood silent for a minute.
“You are selling your own son. in exchange for what?”
“To take him with you and never come back.”
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George was at his father's feet. Sobbing in tears.
“Papa please, don't do this to me. There has to be some other way.”
His father let out a sigh.
“The only way other than this is our heads on a stick, George.”
“You can't do this to me. please, I’ll do anything. please. He will kill me the minute he is displeased with me.” He shouted.
“He won’t kill you. You’re going to have his children. He won’t hurt the body who’s going to carry them.”
George's eyes widened at his father’s words.
So this was all he was.
A body.
A womb.
That was all his worth. And he was getting sold like a piece of meat.
He looked at his father. And than his mother. Who was watching the scene unfold and sat in silence.
George begged once more
“Mother… please.” He said, with the last remaining of his strength.
His mother looked away.
“Its for the best, George.”
He could feel the taste of blood in his mouth.
He dragged himself out of the room.
Trying to find a way back to his own.
He couldn’t.
He felt like dying.
He just wanted to be alone.
Why couldn’t they leave him alone.
He heard his father’s words. Commanding the guards to let him go.
He ran as fast as he could.
He didn’t know where.
Didn’t care.
Just wanted to get away.
He stopped after running through the halls and when he felt like he couldn’t breathe anymore.
He felt dizzy.
He felt he was losing the control of his boddy.
His mind couldn’t understand.
He couldn’t understand anything.
The destiny that was choosen for him and he didn’t had a saying in it. His ambitions, His decisions, his life…
Ruined only because of a man who he only knew a name of.
He tried to find his room, but his head started spinning and his body collapsed and met the hardness of the floor.