Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 309

Chapter 309: ’Stormwing and Darkthorn’

As per custom, the first carriage to arrive would be the first to disembark, while the second remained still—its passengers waiting patiently until the former had cleared the grounds.

Two butlers stood rigidly by the Stormwing carriage, each positioned with precision, awaiting the signal to open the door. Their uniforms were immaculate, the family crest of the Stormwings—an obsidian hawk with lightning-shaped wings—emblazoned proudly on their chest.

The first two princesses, Mira and Bridget, stepped forward with delicate grace. Their soft silks fluttered slightly in the gentle breeze, a whisper of movement against the formal stillness of the moment.

"Presenting His Grace, Duke Roland Stormwing, and his son, Lord Rodrick Stormwing," the elder butler proclaimed, his voice deep and clear across the courtyard.

The carriage door creaked open smoothly, revealing first a man in his fifties. He descended with practiced poise, his smile wide and warm, the kind that could disarm a room.

His pale pink hair, though dusted with age at the roots, remained thick, and his steel-gray eyes scanned the welcoming party with a spark of familiarity.

Following him was a young man, perhaps Florian’s age—if not a year older. Rodrick stepped down with measured grace, posture noble yet relaxed.

His pink hair, a few shades deeper than his father’s, shimmered faintly under the sunlight. But what caught Florian’s attention was his eyes—pure white, almost luminescent. They were unsettlingly beautiful.

Yet Florian’s gaze shifted instinctively, landing on the tall, composed figure beside him.

’Not as handsome as Heinz.’

The thought struck like a stone tossed into still water, and Florian’s eyes widened the slightest bit in realization.

’Oh gods... Did I really just think that?’

He forced his expression to remain untouched, biting back the urge to grimace or glance away, and instead walked forward beside Heinz with a polished smile carefully placed upon his lips.

"Welcome back to the Diamond Palace, Lord Stormwing, and Rodrick," Heinz greeted with formal ease. "It’s been quite some time."

Roland and Rodrick both offered deep bows, hands folded respectfully at their stomachs.

"Thank you for inviting us, Your Majesty. Indeed, it has been far too long," Rodrick answered, his tone smooth and practiced.

"And how long I’ve waited for you to host a summit," Roland added with a chuckle, before turning toward Florian. His eyes gleamed with interest. "Ah... and this must be Prince Florian, your representative. It is a pleasure to finally meet you. I wasn’t able to see you in during the ball in your honor."

’That’s because I had to go early.’

Florian bowed his head gracefully, the kind of movement honed through years of court etiquette.

"The honor is mine, Duke Roland—and of course, Lord Rodrick." He smiled politely at Rodrick, whose ears turned a soft shade of pink the moment their eyes met.

Of course.

Florian was used to that reaction. It was easier to ignore it than dwell.

Just then, Bridget and Mira stepped forward in perfect unison, raising their bouquets to offer them to the duke and his son.

"Welcome, Duke Stormwing and Lord Stormwing," Mira said, her voice smooth and respectful. "Please accept this small gift as a token of the Diamond Palace’s hospitality."

The two men accepted the flowers with gracious smiles.

"These are lovely," Roland said, inhaling the scent with appreciation. He turned to the princesses with a twinkle in his eye. "And it is always wonderful to see you two again—more radiant than ever, if I may say so."

He then gave a dramatic sigh and added, "Oh, how I wish my son would finally find someone as lovely as your princesses, Your Majesty."

"Father..." Rodrick muttered, his brow furrowing in quiet embarrassment. "That might be rude to His Majesty..."

"No, no, it’s fine," Heinz said, waving the comment off. There was a glint in his crimson eyes, the barest trace of amusement. "It’s understandable. I do have the finest princesses..."

He paused, only a heartbeat, but it hung heavily in the air.

"...and prince."

Florian blinked.

Even Roland and Rodrick looked momentarily caught off guard—before the duke broke into a booming laugh, waving it off as harmless jest.

"Right you are, Your Majesty!" Roland said. "Now, shall we head inside? That old bastard Alaric will throw one of his fits if I keep him waiting much longer."

Delilah, standing nearby in her formal attire, finally stepped forward.

"Of course. This way, Your Graces," she said, voice cool and clear. "I shall escort you to the waiting room." _{fɾēewebnσveℓ.com}

With nods of thanks, the duke and his son followed her lead. As Rodrick passed by Florian, he cast a sidelong glance and offered a small, charming smile.

Florian arched a brow subtly, lips curling into a faint smirk.

Interesting.

Once the pair disappeared into the palace, the Stormwing carriage rolled away smoothly, allowing the next carriage in line to move forward with an ominous creak of its wheels.

Florian’s eyes narrowed slightly as the new arrival came into view.

’Ugh. It’s Alaric.’

’Where does he get the nerve to talk to Heinz like that?’ Florian wondered, flicking his gaze toward the King. ’Even at the ball, he didn’t speak out of line. But now?’

Behind them, the princesses Camilla and Scarlett, who had been ready to offer their bouquets, hesitated awkwardly. They were forced to step aside as Alaric brushed past them without even sparing a glance.

Lucius followed silently behind his father, his expression unreadable as Delilah, looking confused, stepped out of the palace.

Lucas, however, stayed behind. His head remained bowed.

"I truly apologize, King Heinz. Prince Florian," he said, voice low but sincere. "I will speak with my father. He will be... more sociable, I swear."

Heinz didn’t respond immediately, his expression carved in stone. The air between them grew heavier.

Seeing the building tension, Florian quickly stepped in. "It’s alright," he said gently, offering Lucas a diplomatic smile. "There’s tension in the air. It’s understandable. You don’t need to apologize."

Lucas lifted his head and met Florian’s gaze, offering a grateful smile that softened his sharp features. "I appreciate your understanding, Prince Florian. I look forward to your presentation tomorrow. It is truly an honor to meet you."

"Thank you. You should go in. I imagine you’d like to catch up with Lucius," Florian replied, his tone polite, but laced with curiosity.

Lucas hesitated, then glanced toward the palace. "Ah. Yes... I do hope he feels the same though," he added, almost in a whisper.

’Huh? What does he mean by that?’ Florian tilted his head slightly, watching Lucas turn away.

"Well, if you’ll excuse me," Lucas said with a final bow, straightening up before heading inside after his family.

The heavy atmosphere didn’t dissipate with his departure.

"That was... something," Florian muttered under his breath, looking at Heinz, whose jaw was tightly clenched and whose eyes still followed the path Alaric had taken. "Are you okay, Your Majesty?"

"I’m fine," Heinz said stiffly.

Florian frowned, unconvinced. "Are you sure? Do you want me to handle the next greeting still?"

Heinz inhaled deeply and then exhaled through his nose. "No. Let me do the first greetings from now on."

’Huh? Why?’ Florian blinked. ’I mean, I can handle it. Did I do something wrong?’

Before he could say anything more, the sharp sound of iron gates opening echoed across the courtyard. Two more carriages rolled forward, both bearing distinct, elaborate emblems that shimmered in the sun.

The sigils of Flameheart and Frostblade.

’No time to dwell on it...’ Florian thought as he straightened his posture once again. ’This is only the beginning.’