Wait, my dad is the king?

THE DNA TEST

After I took the samples to the hospital for a DNA test. I gave them both the hair and the cups with the children saliva. They couldn't use the hair because it was cut and not plucked, the doctors said hair must contain the follicle for it to be used for a DNA test. I gave my saliva swab and was told the DNA test will take 3-4 business days. "should I send the results to you?", asked the doctor. "No", I said almost immediately. I do not want that result getting in the wrong hands. "I'll come and pick them up. Just inform me when they're ready", I said and left the hospital. Whatever happens, this result will give me all the answers I need. I got back to the palace, and went straight to my room. Suddenly there was a knock on my door, "Come in", I said. I was tired but maybe it was important. Mikael walked in, "Where have you been?", I gave him the are you questioning your king? look, he bowed, "I'm sorry your highness, I was just worried about you. You ran off with the lieutenant without a word and have been gone all day", he explained. "What I do with my time is my business as long as it doesn't affect the matters of the state?" I said with a straight face. He bowed and left. I went to sleep.

The next four days went by slowly, I was constantly tormented by what the results will show and if I'm truly their father then how? I don't know that wan who claims to be their mother. On the third day, I was checking my phone very hour to make sure I didn't miss a call from the hospital but they didn't call. I was worried. I cancelled all the meetings that were scheduled on the fourth day, I was going to go to sleep hospital whether they call or not.

On the afternoon of the fourth day, I got a call from the hospital, "Your highness, the results are ready. You can come here to find out what it says", the person on the other end of the phone said. I was worried, why wouldn't he tell me over the phone. I got dressed and drove to the hospital using different routes to avoid being followed. I got to the hospital and went straight to the doctor's office. He handed me an envelope and left to give me some privacy. I slowly opened it and read through it. I didn't quite understand it, it was a bunch of figures but at the end of the paper, I saw a column, it said, *Probability of paternity: 99.9999998%*. I knew there and then that I was indeed their father but I needed confirmation. I asked for the doctor and told him that I didn't understand the result, "What does it say doctor?", I asked. "Your highness, you are the biological father of those children, the results for both specimens are the same, this number here..", the doctor said pointing to the last column, "This number is the percentage that shows how close your DNA is to the children. If it was less than 50% then you're not the father but it is 99.9%. You're unmistakably their father." I was confused, I thought this result will bring all the answers but it only brought about more questions. How was I the father when I don't even know their mother? Why wasn't I aware of this all these years? "But doctor, is it possible that there is a mistake and I could have this much relation with them but not actually be their father?", I asked. I just couldn't believe that I was their father, "No, except the specimen was contaminated but I highly doubt that", the doctor said. I had to speak to that woman. It was a matter of urgency. I thanked the doctor and left the hospital. I remembered where the lieutenant said the woman's salon was so I decided to pay her a visit. Who was she and why does she have my children?

I drove to her salon and I was confused, maybe she was a gold digger, and wanted my money but that didn't make sense, she wouldn't have kept the children hidden if that was her intentions.

I had the DNA results with me should she deny my claims. They were my children and now that I've found them, I want them. My children, that sounded weird, just this morning, I was unmarried and childless, the most eligible bachelors and I had not just one but two children and a million unanswered questions. I don't care about the press or news, I would take my children back to the palace with me.

After a few minutes, I pulled into the parking lot of the woman's salon. It was pretty decent, she seems to have made a nice place for herself and looking at the number of cars here, her business was doing well. But I am the king so I have the right to my children. I rang the doorbell and she opened the door smiling but upon seeing me her facial expressions changed. She looked shocked to see me.