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"There's something off about all this..." Bruno muttered to himself. He initially planned on studying as usual but the topic of Heine gripped his attention far more.  By now he probably looked like a madman trying to unravel a conspiracy with the amount of paper he'd spred around him on the floor. It didn't feel far from the truth though.

"Let's see..." He picked up the page on his far left. "It all really started with that incedient at the garden." That time in the garden could be easily seen as two old friends having a bit of fun-which it most likely was-the odd thing about it was how more hints seemed to pop up afterwards. He put the paper down. "Next was a few days later, with him oddly smiling and having to excuse him after Leo called him dad." Bruno did notice the smile. Heine wasn't incredibly expressive but Bruno had studied the man enough to know when he was smiling. It was odd since it was so rare and was usually because of something.

Then Leo called him dad. Heine seemed utterly shocked but not embarrassed. At least, it seemed like it. Perhaps he left the room because he was embarrassed or maybe flustered. Things seemed to point to both. Especially with the conversation Bruno had caught.

He grabbed the next page. The page he wrote what he remembered of the conversation. Heine had stated then that he was embarrassed because of Leo's actions. Though, it seemed he was more disappointed than anything after saying that it wasn't possible.

What could that mean? It didn't make much sense to Bruno. Does he want to be our father? His brows furrowed in thought. Such a thing wouldn't make any sense. That was utterly impossible anyway. Heine knew that full well. He wants to though. Why would he want to? Unless, there was a possible way.

It seemed even more impossible with Heine possibly haviimg a secret lover. Who it could be was the biggest mystery of all. The voice was all too familiar. A hint that didn't lead to much. Though something suspectable was with the king and Heine. That glare they shared had to mean something.

Perhaps father knows about Heine's secret.

~

Heine waited for the princes' to arrive for their group lesson. He glanced at the clock and two minutes remained until the lesson was to start. Licht and Kai had arrived. He wasn't so worried about Leonhard, knowing that he would arrive somewhat late. Bruno, however, concerned him. The prince hadn't shown up yet. It was so unlike him.

"Hey, professor, are you alright?" Licht shyly asked.

"I'm fine, thank you." Only somewhat of a lie. That didn't matter though, what mattered was the prince. "Where is Prince Bruno?"

"He probably overslept from studying late."

"He would be here by now." He stood up. "I'll go check on him. You two stay here."

~

He went immediately to Bruno's room. He was about to knock when he noticed the door was open just a tad. His concern grew as he pushed open the door.

He found the room to be a mess. Paper everywhere on the floor. The room looked as if someone had pillaged it. One clear fact was that Bruno was not in here.

He made his way further in to investigate. He picked up one of the many pages and read it.

"It's tiring to keep dreaming that it was possible because no matter what, fact goes against want. I appreciate every moment but I wish it wasn't so restraining. I can tolerate many things but I'm only human." 

His eyes widened. Bruno had heard the conversation? He read further.

Who was Heine talking to and what did this mean?

The prince was obviously investigating the topic much harder than the other three. That's expected but it completely went over Heine's head.

Idiot. He dropped the page and walked out of the room making sure to close the door. Panic silently rushed through him. He couldn't lose his composure now. There was too much at risk.

It was too risky to go to Victor for this. He was on his own. He was left with no choice. Keep his mouth shut and hope Victor could handle this.

That thread of hope thin knowing how Victor could be with his sons.

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