Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 601

"And rejecting him," Drizelous added, his voice barely above a whisper, "might actually be hurting you more than the idea of trying with him again."

"Are you alright?"

The question made Florian flinch—not because it startled him, but because of who had asked it.

Slowly, he lifted his head.

"I'm alright, Your Majesty," Florian replied quietly, careful not to meet Heinz's eyes. He could feel Heinz's gaze on him anyway, steady and searching, like it had been there for far longer than Florian wanted to acknowledge.

They had been standing side by side for hours now, fulfilling their duties.

Saying goodbye to visiting kingdoms. Escorting departing nobles. Smiling when required.

Mira and Camilla had already returned to their respective kingdoms. Bridget had chosen to stay for her education, and Athena and Scarlett remained in the palace as well—uncertain of their next steps, but welcomed all the same.

Heinz had made that much clear.

'For whatever reason, he's trying to be generous. I wonder why.' Florian thought, though there was no bitterness in it this time.

Just tired awareness.

Now, they were waiting for the final delegation to leave the palace grounds. After that, it would be the dukes' turn.

Which meant Florian would be leaving too.

The realization sat heavy in his chest.

Despite standing so close to each other, Heinz and Florian hadn't spoken—not really. No private words.

No arguments. No apologies. Just distance wrapped in politeness.

Until now.

"You're leaving today," Heinz said casually, as if he were commenting on the weather.

"Yes," Florian answered just as simply.

"And you're taking Hendrix with you," Heinz continued. "Why?"

Florian paused.

'Wow. He really isn't beating around the bush,' he thought.

But then he noticed something else.

There was no sharpness in Heinz's tone. No anger. No accusation like how he expected.

Which meant Heinz had either spent a long time calming himself before asking…

Or he had tried not to ask at all—and finally failed. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Florian already had an answer prepared. He'd known the question would come sooner or later.

"Prince Hendrix has been—more or less—confirmed not to be the savior," Florian said evenly. "And he's been trying to get closer to me for reasons that are… unclear. I want to understand why." He finally glanced at Heinz. "It's obvious he has his own plans. I'm simply doing my job to assist you."

The words came out smoothly.

Too smoothly.

It was a lie.

Well. Not entirely.

Florian did want answers from Hendrix—but not for the reasons he'd just given. He wanted Hendrix's help, and he already knew how to get it. He just couldn't do it inside Diamond Palace.

'Heinz has eyes everywhere,' Florian thought.

Much like Hendrix, who could seemingly appear the moment his name was spoken.

Florian knew it wouldn't take long for Heinz to realize something was being planned behind his back. That was why these four days mattered. Why he needed distance. Space. Silence.

And yes—it would probably push the brothers even further apart. Monica had wanted Hendrix closer to Heinz, wanted the feud between her sons to end.

Florian felt guilty about that.

But for once, he had to be selfish.

'Just get through this,' he told himself. 'Don't let him suspect anything.'

He exhaled slowly.

'And speaking of Heinz… he hasn't said anything in—'

"I'm going to miss you."

Florian froze.

His heart skipped, sharp and sudden, like he'd been struck somewhere tender.

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