Chapter 2
Unhappy mewls and cries woke Harveste up early the next morning and he quickly got out of bed and rushed to the prince's side.
"Shhh it's okay." He murmured, picking the baby up and holding him close, his heart melting at the little babbles the prince made.
"Let's get you changed and fed."
He changed the prince's dirty nappy, making sure to use the special lotion he saw on the changing table for the prince's sensitive skin, and changed him into a clean outfit, smiling softly as the baby cooed and blinked up at him. He was so cute and sweet, he couldn't help but kiss the tip of his little nose, giggling softly as the baby squealed in delight and waved his tiny fists.
"Now, let's eat, shall we?"
Harveste quickly sat down in the rocking chair and deftly untied the laces holding the bodice of the nightdress closed and lifted the baby up. The prince eagerly latched onto his nipple, his eyes slipping shut as he suckled and gulped down the warm milk. Harveste stroked his hair gently as he held him, gazing down at him with adoration.
The door opening startled him and his gaze shot up to see the Queen enter the room. She was an extremely beautiful woman with dark, curly hair and full lips. Her voluptuous figure was enhanced by a tightly corseted dress and she glared at him as she approached, her dark gaze unblinking.
"Who are you? And why are you holding my baby?" She demanded, stalking over to him and glaring down at him.
"I am Harveste, Your Majesty." He said hurriedly. "I was told by the King to be the princes new wetnurse."
"What?! Why was I not informed of this?!"
Harveste bit his lip and averted his gaze.
"I- I don't know."
Bellatrix snarled and grabbed him by his hair and yanked him out of the rocking chair, causing him to yelp and tighten his hold on the prince who was startled and began crying loudly.
"You filthy Omega whore. Trying to seduce my husband. I'll kill you!"
Harveste whimpered as she raised her hand to strike him before a large hand grabbed her wrist, halting her movements.
"Unhand him."
Bellatrix turned and saw her husband standing there, his handsome face twisted in displeasure as he stared down at her. She sneered and pulled her arm free even as she released Harveste's hair.
"Tom! What is the meaning of this?! Why is this filthy commoner touching my baby?!" She shrieked, stabbing a sharp nail in his direction.
Tom didn't look at her, his gaze fixed on the shaking Harveste who was now attempting to soothe his son, shushing him gently and rocking him in his arms even as tears filled his eyes.
"I did not inform you of the change because I didn't think it was necessary. Harveste is my sons new wetnurse, end of story."
"But there was no need! The previous wetnurse provided enough milk for him. I don't understand why you had to go out of your way to hire a new one."
"She did not. Thomas often cried from hunger and had trouble nursing from her."
"He was fine."
"No, he wasn't."
Tom stepped forward and took the prince from Harveste's arms and cradled him. The baby was still fussy and unhappy and began crying louder, chubby arms reaching out for Harveste who stood there, frozen. Tom's lips twitched in amusement as he saw Bellatrix's face twist with rage and jealousy.
"I'll deal with you later." He said lowly.
With one last glare at Harveste, she stormed out of the room, the slam of the door behind her causing him to wince and Thomas' cries intensified, his tiny face screwed up and flushed red as he strained his lungs. Tom frowned, he didn't want his son to cry, he was happy before and it was all his horrible wife's fault.
"Shh, it's alright, my sweet boy." He rumbled gently.
The prince was inconsolable though and he sighed.
"Harveste, would you feed him again?"
"Y-yes, Your Majesty." He murmured, sitting down in the rocking chair and cradling his son who was starting to hiccup between his loud cries.
He unlaced the nightgown once more and gently guided his mouth to his nipple, gasping lightly as the prince latched on greedily and started suckling loudly, his tear filled eyes slipping shut as he fed. Harveste stroked his chubby cheek with a finger soothingly.
Tom watched the pair, his chest warming as he stared at the lovely Omega and his son. Harveste was just so lovely, so dainty and sweet. His pretty green eyes were nearly glowing and his cheeks were flushed a delicate pink as he watched his son feed, his hand stroking his cheek softly.
His eyes traveled lower, lingering on the exposed, milky skin of his chest. It was truly a lovely sight, his breasts were small but plump and soft looking, his nipples a rosy pink and a dribble of milk slid down his chest as his son switched sides and he swallowed hard. He could feel himself growing aroused, his cock twitching in his trousers.
His wife had never affected him this way, not with the ridiculous caricature she made of her figure with her 'enhancements' and her aggressive attitude. Harveste was all soft sweetness, delicate and gentle. He was everything Bellatrix was not and he could not wait to have him as his wife, to make him his.
It would not be easy, his wife would no doubt try to prevent it, but he would not back down.
He wanted him.
And he always got what he wanted.
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Bellatrix Riddle was in a horrible mood.
Her husband, her beloved husband, had chosen an Omega to take care of their baby and had the nerve not to tell her. She was his wife!
She slammed her hand against the table, making the wine goblet spill and she hissed in irritation as she jerkily waved for a servant to clean it up. She began biting at her nail, a habit she had been unable to break no matter how many times her husband and parents tried to scold her into stopping.
She knew the real reason he'd hired the stupid Omega. To sleep with him. Possibly even make him his second wife.
She'd seen how her husband had been staring at him, the lustful glint in his eyes and the possessive expression on his face as he'd watched him cradle their baby and feed him. It disgusted her. Her husband had never looked at her with such blatant desire and lust.
She'd known her husband had been forced to marry her but she had hoped he'd come to love her as she loved him. They had been together for years, they had a son and he was the King and a virile, healthy Alpha male, a true specimen. He could have his choice of any Omega, male or female, and he was looking at a stupid little boy who was probably too young to even know how to pleasure an Alpha.
Her fingers curled into her palm, her nails digging into the soft skin and drawing blood as her rage built up inside her. She would not lose her husband, not when he was everything she had ever wanted and more.
"I won't be replaced..." She muttered, purple eyes wide and wild. "I won't."
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Harveste flushed in embarrassment as the royal tailor, a kindly elderly beta by the name of Madame Malkin, helped him out of his gown, her wrinkled hands smoothing the fabric as it fell. He was being fitted for his new uniform and the older woman had insisted on removing the gown to get a proper measurement.
She clucked her tongue and shook her head.
"Goodness, you poor dear. I see the other maids have been playing pranks on you." She murmured; her warm brown eyes sympathetic as she gazed at the bruises marring his soft, pale skin.
Harveste glanced away and hugged his arms around his waist, biting his lip and avoiding her gaze. Madame Malkin's eyes softened.
"Not to worry my dear, I'll not tell anyone if you don't want me to and with your new position you won't have to worry about them anymore." She assured him and he smiled gratefully at her.
"Thank you."
She hummed and set to work measuring him, muttering to herself as she wrote down his measurements on her parchment and he fidgeted nervously.
"Now, now, hold still or we'll have to start all over again."
He nodded and held still, his cheeks burning as she measured his chest, her hands brushing against his nipples. She was quick and efficient and he was soon allowed to put his dress back on and they resumed the fitting, Madame Malkin explaining everything that would be delivered by tomorrow afternoon at the latest.
"You'll have a dress for each day of the week which will consist of undergarments, a chemise, corset, no less than three petticoats, the dress itself as well as a ruffled pinafore to wear over it when necessary."
Harveste listened, taking in every word and his mind wandered to what his new uniform would look like.
"You'll also be provided with three everyday dresses and one formal ballgown for special occasions, three pairs of stockings, garters as well as nightclothes, a dressing gown, slippers and shoes."
Harveste's eyes widened. This was too much! He couldn't possibly accept so many things, especially the ballgown! It was all far too luxurious for him and he was sure he'd ruin them. Madame Malkin easily read the look on his face and her smile was kind.
"There's no need to fret, Harveste. His Majesty insisted on providing you with a proper wardrobe, you are his son's wetnurse and will therefore be present at court and formal balls and banquets. You must look the part."
He flushed deeply as he realized that hadn't occurred to him at all and he bowed his head, biting his lip anxiously.
"I... I thank you, Madame." He whispered.
"Not at all, My dear. I'm happy to see someone as sweet as you caring for our prince. My heart broke every time I heard him crying, it's nice to finally have a good wetnurse for him."
Harveste's flush deepened and he glanced away shyly.
"I... I'll do my best, Madame."
She smiled.
"I'm sure you will, dear. Now, everything should be delivered tomorrow morning and I'll take a few moments now to tailor one of the previous wetnurses dresses to fit you, now that I have your measurements."
Harveste blinked.
"I... I couldn't possibly-"
"Nonsense! It will only take a few minutes. The prince needs to be fed now yes? I'll have it finished by the time you return."
Harveste bit his lip and reluctantly nodded.
"I will be back soon."
"Alright, dear."
Harveste smiled politely and left the room, walking quickly to the nursery and entering to find the prince fussing in his crib, his face bright red and he hurried over to pick him up and soothe him.
"Shh, it's okay. I'm here, let's feed you, hm?" He cooed sweetly, as he carefully lifted the baby out of the crib and carried him over to a well-cushioned window seat and sat down, quickly unlacing the front of his dress and bringing the prince close to his chest.
He sighed as the baby latched on eagerly, suckling loudly and his eyes slipped shut. He was so sweet and gentle and the way he was holding onto his finger as he suckled was simply adorable.
"Such a sweet boy." He murmured.
A small coo left the prince's throat, his little fist tightening around his finger and he smiled, a warm feeling blooming in his chest as he stroked the soft black hair gently. The baby's face was scrunched up in concentration as he gulped down his milk, his cheeks moving adorably.
"That's a good boy." He cooed, stroking his cheek gently.
His nipple was starting to hurt from how much the prince was sucking and he adjusted him slightly, pulling him off for a moment and switching sides and Thomas whined before latching on once more and began suckling greedily once more.
"Greedy boy." He teased, smiling as Thomas opened his eyes and stared up at him, his dark red eyes blinking slowly.
He was truly beautiful.
He leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead and the prince squealed in delight, his tiny body squirming happily and he giggled. The door opened and he glanced up to see the King enter the room.
"Your Majesty." He said breathlessly, a blush spreading across his cheeks as the Alpha stared at him intently before he gasped, realizing his chest was fully exposed. He hastily laced up the bodice, blush intensifying, and he averted his gaze, focusing on bringing the little prince to his shoulder and patting his back to burp him.
"There's no need to be embarrassed, Harveste." The King said lowly, walking over and reaching out to stroke his sons back.
"Yes, Your Majesty." He murmured, still blushing furiously.
The King took his son and cradled him, a smile appearing on his face as the baby cooed and reached out towards his father, babbling happily and grabbing his finger and sucking on it, his eyes fixed on the Kings face and his other hand patting his chest.
"Are you still hungry, Thomas?"
Harveste watched the two, his heart melting at the sweet sight. The King's eyes softened and he chuckled softly as he moved his finger in the babes mouth, coaxing him into letting go before walking over to him and carefully handing the Prince to him.
"It seems he wasn't quite done. Please feed him, Harveste."
"O-Of course, Your Majesty." He stuttered.
The King sat beside him and watched as he unlaced his dress and fed his son once more, a small smile appearing on his face.
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A few days later, Harveste was to be joining the King while he held council with his advisors. He'd been very nervous as he'd prepared for the day, having a bath and putting on one of the more casual gown he was given aside from his uniform for these occasions.
The dress was a lovely shade of green, a dark emerald color, with off the shoulder sleeves and a corseted bodice that laced up the front so he could easily feed the prince when he was hungry. The skirts were voluminous, made of several layers of the softest silk he'd ever felt and he couldn't stop touching them.
His long hair was left loose for the most part, with some of it pulled back with a pretty comb the King had sent with the rest of his new wardrobe and a few curls framing his face. The whole look was finished off with a pair of soft, velvet slippers.
He'd been a bit surprised when a young Omega maid came and offered to help him prepare but he'd accepted it readily, not wanting to cause any problems and upset the King.
The maid, a sweet girl named Ginny, had been very kind and helpful and she had helped him apply a light amount of makeup, a little powder, lip gloss and rouge. She'd also helped him pick out a small bag to carry the prince's belongings in and he'd added a few toys, some fresh nappies and a blanket.
Once they were both ready, he carefully dressed the prince, putting him in a clean nappy, a plain white shirt and a tiny pair of breeches. He then wrapped him up in a soft blanket and placed him in the carrier the King had sent him, the scent of his shampoo lingering in the air.
He bid Ginny farewell and made his way to the Kings office, the guards opening the doors for him and bowing respectfully and he curtsied politely before entering the room.
It was a large, ornate room, with heavy velvet curtains framing the windows, a large marble fireplace and a large desk in front of the tallest window. Several bookshelves lined the walls and the King himself was seated behind the desk, looking so very handsome in his formal attire.
He looked up and a pleased look crossed his face as he spotted Harveste, his red eyes staring at him intently. Harveste flushed and curtsied as he approached.
"Hello, Your Majesty."
"Good morning Harveste. And Thomas." He murmured, walking over and lifting his son out of the carrier, smiling as he squealed and cooed, grabbing his finger and waving his other fist around. "I see you are dressed quite nicely. The maid I sent was helpful?"
"Y-Yes, very." He stuttered, lowering his gaze.
"Very good." He said before turning away. "You may take a seat on the couch; we'll be leaving in a moment."
Harveste blinked in surprise but nodded and did as instruct, sitting down on the soft velvet sofa and arranging his skirts around him as the King handed the baby back to him, smiling slightly before returning to his desk and ringing a bell before gathering several important looking documents and handing them to an aide that had appeared.
"Let's go."
He nodded and followed the King out of the office, keeping his head lowered demurely and the guards surrounding them saluted the King as he passed and Harveste was careful to stay a few steps behind him. They reached a set of large double doors and the guards opened them and the King strode in, his presence demanding the attention of everyone in the room and they immediately stood and bowed.
"Your Majesty."
"Sit."
They did so, all watching as the King made his way over to his seat at the head of the table, his hands resting on the back of a smaller, cushioned chair positioned next to his and he turned his gaze to the Omega behind him.
"Come."
Harveste's eyes widened and he hesitated for a moment, his grip on the carrier tightening, before he slowly made his way over, hyper aware of the eyes following his movements, and took the seat offered to him.
"This is Harveste, my new sons wetnurse."
A few murmured greetings came from the advisors and Harveste bowed his head courteously, not daring to look up.
"Today's council shall focus on the matter of the treaty with the North. I trust all of you have prepared your reports."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The meeting commenced and Harveste tuned most of it out, not understanding much of it and instead focused on caring for the prince.
It was only an hour in that the prince became fussy, whimpering and rubbing his face against Harveste's shoulder, and he knew the baby was getting hungry. He glanced up from underneath his lashes, a light blush appearing on his face as the Kings piercing gaze met his.
"Is there a problem?" He asked, a brow raised.
"N-No, Your Majesty. It's just that, the prince is hungry." He explained softly.
"Go ahead."
Harveste's flush deepened as the King stared at him intently, his intense gaze burning into him.
"P-Please excuse me."
He carefully lifted the prince from the carrier and settled him in his arms, cooing softly and kissing his cheek as he whimpered unhappily. He quickly unlaced the bodice of his dress and corset before tenderly lifting Thomas to his chest, and he bit his lip as the prince latched on and began suckling eagerly, his chubby fists curled against his chest.
He was embarrassed by feeding the prince in front of all these people, but he needed to eat and there was no other option. The meeting resumed and he focused on soothing the prince, stroking his hair and rocking him slightly as he fed, the little prince shifting restlessly and whimpering as the scent of Alpha arousal tainted the air.
"Whoever it is that is releasing their pheromones, cease immediately." The King's sharp voice cracked through the air like a whip and the scent immediately disappeared, the occupants of the room avoiding the Kings furious gaze. "If you can't control yourselves, leave. My son needs to be fed and I will not have you interfering."
"Our deepest apologies, Your Majesty."
The King said nothing and Harveste let out a soft sigh of relief as the attention returned to the meeting, the Alpha's pheromones now under control. He kissed the top of the prince's head, smiling at the soft coos the baby let out as he gently encouraged him to switch sides, his free hand stroking the Prince's cheek lovingly.
"What do you think, Harveste?"
He glanced up in shock, his gaze wide and surprised, to see the King staring at him.
"I-I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I wasn't paying attention." He said softly.
"I want to hear your opinion on the treaty of the north, from what I understand the village you grew up in is not far from the northern border. Is there anything you know that may give us an upper hand when negotiating?"
He flushed.
"I- I'm not sure I can offer any useful information." He stammered, biting his lip anxiously.
"I insist." The King stated, his expression unyielding.
He swallowed thickly and nodded.
"The northerners were most interested in trading for a specific plant as they struggle with the harsh climate and soil. A plant grows in our kingdom, a type of herb if you will, that helps the soil retain moisture and is a very effective fertilizer. They were always very desperate to get their hands it and would pay handsomely."
"An herb? Is it hard to grow? Expensive? I assume they would not pay so much if it was." A man with long blond hair and sharp grey eyes asked.
Harveste shook his head.
"For us no. It's actually a weed by the name of kingsfoil that grows plentifully throughout the kingdom, Many farmers use it to keep their soil rich. It's why there's always bountiful crops no matter the time of year but it cannot grow past the mountains at the border because of the cold climate."
"Do you think it could be used as leverage for trade negotiations Lord Avery?" Tom asked, turning the man who owned and operated the largest shipping grainery in the country.
"It certainly could, Your Majesty. If they're unable to grow their own crops and we provide a solution, I believe they'll be much more willing to concede on several points."
"Very well, I want a list of the villages and landowners who grow the most kingsfoil. We will offer them any amount of this plant they require free of charge in exchange for exclusive trading rights."
Lord Avery bowed his head and jotted down the order.
"And if that doesn't work, we can simply threaten to withdraw our offer and the northerners will beg us not to. We'll get a good deal no matter what." The King concluded. "Thank you for this insight, Harveste."
"You're welcome, Your Majesty." He murmured, glancing down at the now sleeping Prince in his arms with a blush.
"Any other matters?"
"Yes, Your Majesty. There is the matter of your search for a second wife. We have received several inquiries from eligible young women of noble and royal birth who are willing to be interviewed."
"Very well. Send me their dossiers. I'll make a decision by the end of the month."
Harveste's heart broke a little at the Kings words, a feeling of melancholy coming over him though he had no right for such feelings. His place was as a servant and wetnurse to Prince Thomas, no more, no less. He was grateful to the King for saving him from his cruel treatment at the hands of the maids and giving him a better life.
The meeting ended not long after that and the King dismissed the council before rising from his seat and walking over to him, reaching down to gently lift his son from his arms and cradle him.
"They're so tiresome, my son. But it is my duty and I am happy to fulfill it if it will help you and your future." He murmured, brushing his lips against the prince's soft black hair.
Harveste watched, his heart melting as the prince blinked sleepily and reached up to grab at one of the kings ornaments, a beautiful gold brooch depicting the Riddle family crest, the skull and serpent, with emeralds for eyes.
"You've done well today, Harveste. Thank you."
"It's an honor to be of use, Your Majesty."
Tom smiled and stroked his sons cheek, his dark eyes softening and his smile widened as the baby grabbed his finger and held onto it tightly.
"We'll have an early dinner and then you can rest, Harveste. I'm sure Thomas will need another feeding and then a nap."
Harveste nodded, his heart fluttering at the thought of spending more time with the King and his son.