The king's surrender

"I'm very sorry to be the bearer of such bad news my king, but the boy was never yours. We took the DNA test for the two princesses, like their brother my king they are not your children. Your former wife is meeting with a solicitor and every news media is running the story."  Sebastian Leonidas the king of Mantovania stood by the floor to ceiling windows dominating the west and south walls of the private office overlooking the bright turquoise sea. The sunshine made the water sparkle like thousands of jewels. By all right, today should be gloomy and rainy to indicate the turmoil he felt inside.  "Is there another bad news Pavlos before the hordes descend on me again." Sebastian didn't sleep for three days and three nights. Confusion, anger, rage swirled in a never-ending game of tag. In one fell swoop, he lost everything he held dear in his life. He ran his hand in his hair the blue-black locks looking artfully messed.  "Yes, I have one more news, though it's more good than bad." Sebastian was in no mood for any news whether be it good or otherwise. But he nodded for Pavlos his adviser for the last twenty years to continue. "Your majesty your former wife Genevieve Philippos had your true heir. I personally investigated the matter and the boy could be your twin he looks so much like you."  Sebastian turned with a shocking surprise of speed. His face looked like thunder. His scowl made is often outspoken adviser take few steps back from him. "That's not true Pavlos. Everyone knows the story of my first marriage and what happened. My father had tests done while the child was in the worm and he was not my son. His mother and I never had any contact ever again. If he truly were my son his mother would have come back long ago to claim her son as the heir to the throne." Pavlos hand the yellow file he received twenty-four hours ago to his king. He didn't know what happened in his first marriage but he would bet his life on the photos he saw that his king was the father of Nicholas Alexander Van Leeuwen.  Sebastian walked over to this large mahogany table and placed the file without much interest in the content. Maybe his adviser had checked out of reality like many with the most scandalous news of the century. His very sick father had left his country state and was now present in the palace. As if his thoughts conjured him his father walked through the doors.  Sebastian waved off Pavlos at the appearance of his father's tense face. Every soul in Mantovania was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Stavros Leonidas sat on one of the elegantly comfortable leather cushion chairs facing him. At the moment Sebastian felt numb to any emotion. His tolerance for surprises reached its limit. He still stood by windows his six feet four inches of pure male beauty poised with such dignity. His broad shoulders were rigid with tension.  "Come sit my boy. There are several things we need to disgust before the next appointment." The old man motioned for his son. He had an air of fragility to him. Just as his sickness was ravishing his body his sins were also hunting him. Maybe he could right some of the wrongs he made over the years.  "Sebastian sat the opposite chair facing his father. He didn't want him worrying when he had been indisposed for so long. His mother was in no better state than his father. She had been crying for days after the incident. Now his father was worrying himself sick. What a mess?  "I understand how much this had hurt son, and I'm deeply sorry for the turmoil it caused you and the country. We need now more than ever for an disputed heirs for the throne. I'm ashamed to admit that if i hadn't interfered in your life this woudn't have happened." Sebastian shook his head to let his father shoulder his situation. The was simply that Sebastian was incapable of having children. Every doctor he when to told him he was fine but this was the second time it happened to sebastian not been the father of his wives' children.  "Let me talk Sebastian. Son, you do have an heir. A very healthy very smart boy. Now that i think about he is more man than boy. Your first wife, Genevieve Phillippo had a boy. She named him Nicholas Alexander Van Leeuwen. He is twenty-two years old, “Yesss…..that's it. I wished this didn’t need to happen, but the girl was pregnant with your child. I had the DNA fixed. I thought she would get rid of the child just like you told her to……At las this is even better. She had a boy. He is a grown man now twenty-two years old. Since you seem incapable of having a child I thought you should know about his existence.” he ended with a delegate little shrug.