Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 587

After Florian's talk with Athena and Scarlett, the two princesses immediately descended into chaos.

Scarlett was already barking orders—her maids scrambling in every direction, gathering outfits, traveling gear, accessories, even snacks for the road—while she shouted over them about color palettes and matching cloaks.

Athena's maids, upon seeing the commotion, joined in without hesitation.

Within seconds, the quiet corner of the palace had transformed into a whirlwind of fabric and excited squeals.

Florian could only watch, amused.

Scarlett was…Scarlett.

And Athena, though gentler, somehow matched her now.

So he left them to it, slipping away with a faint smile.

And surprisingly—he felt better.

Lighter.

Almost…warm.

Still, as he crossed the halls, Scarlett's earlier words lingered behind his ribs like a splinter.

He wanted to dismiss them.

To brush them off as naïve, romantic nonsense.

But the more he tried, the deeper they sank.

"You can't keep someone who's trying to make things right chained to that past forever."

Florian clicked his tongue quietly.

'It's not that I want to chain him to the past. For me, it isn't even the past yet—maybe for the original Florian, but not for me. All of Heinz's…choices, every single decision that put me in danger, happened within these very months.'

But even in his thoughts, the protest felt weak.

'Was I too harsh?'

No—was he?

'I don't know anymore.'

But he was mad.

He was still mad.

There was no excuse—none—for everything Heinz had done.

Not just to the original Florian, but to him.

Not when he supposedly loved him.

Not when he was still making secret deals with Asher behind his back.

There was no excuse for that.

Florian let out a long, tired sigh as he walked past another empty hallway.

He shouldn't think about it.

Not right now.

He had one more person to talk to.

One more person to convince.

Someone crucial to his plans—plans to retrieve the original Florian, and to eventually get himself back home as Aden.

He needed them.

He needed this.

'I just need to find a secluded spot.' Florian thought, glancing over his shoulder.

No servants.

No maids.

No knights.

Especially—

'Not Heinz. Absolutely not him.'

Florian tightened his cloak around himself and continued deeper into the palace—toward the older, quieter wings where no one dared linger unless they were assigned to clean.

His footsteps echoed softly on the marble floor.

He kept walking—

—farther,

and farther,

and farther—

until he reached the farthest corridor.

A place where no one would overhear him.

Where no one would see.

Exactly the type of place someone would slip away to…

…for a secret meeting with someone they definitely weren't supposed to be meeting.

Florian exhaled slowly, breath curling faintly in the colder air of the unused corridor.

The stone walls here never warmed, even in daylight. Dust lay untouched on the window sills. The silence felt thick—like sound didn't know how to exist here.

No guards.

No servants.

No Heinz.

Perfect.

"Hendrix? Hendrix, are you listening somewhere?" Florian called out—not too loud, but sharp enough, a little bite under the words.

'Come on. You always show up when I say your name. Don't make me look stupid now.'

For a heartbeat, nothing happened.

Then—like the world inhaled behind him—

A shift.

A warmth.

A presence slipping into the edges of reality.

Florian didn't even tense.

"That was quick," he said, gaze still forward, unimpressed even as Hendrix's grin practically radiated behind him.

"Well, of course. It was you who called," Hendrix replied, voice dripping with that signature smugness.

Florian rolled his eyes before finally turning to face him.

Hendrix leaned casually against the wall, looking like he'd just strolled in from a picnic instead of a city-wide crisis.

Relaxed.

Bright-eyed.

And visibly excited.

Far too relaxed and excited for someone half the palace suspected was some kind of divine error.

If Florian didn't know better, he'd think Hendrix genuinely didn't care about any of it.

But Florian did know better.

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