Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 611

"You… dreamt of bunnies?"

Cindy asked it slowly, as if she wanted to make sure she'd heard him right.

Her eyes were wide, her mouth slightly open, her whole face frozen in a mix of surprise and something else Florian couldn't quite place.

Interest, maybe.

Too much of it.

"Yes," Florian replied, letting out a small, embarrassed chuckle. "It was a silly dream. I don't even know why I was so worried about them."

He shook his head lightly. "And apparently, I was talking in my sleep too."

He rubbed the back of his neck, half amused, half puzzled.

'Of all the things my mind could come up with,' he thought, 'bunnies?'

If he was being honest, the dream had felt symbolic. The forest, especially, felt familiar in a way he couldn't explain.

Like a place he'd seen before, or maybe a place the original Florian had known.

But still.

Bunnies?

It felt ridiculous.

Probably the silliest dream he'd had since transmigrating. Compared to memories soaked in pain or fear, this one felt almost harmless.

Cindy didn't laugh.

She didn't comment either.

Instead, she tilted her head to the side, brows knitting together as she stared off into nothing, deep in thought. The usual bouncing energy was gone, replaced with an uncharacteristic stillness.

Not uncomfortable.

Just… intense.

Florian glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.

'So she's either overflowing with energy,' he thought, 'or completely silent. There's no in between.'

Strangely, he didn't mind the quiet right now. His stomach gave a small reminder that it had been a while since he'd eaten, and the thought of food was becoming more appealing by the second.

"Uh… Your Highness?"

"Yes, Cindy?" Florian turned to her again.

"I actually have another question," she said, hesitating. "Since we weren't told that—"

"Ugh!"

The sharp interruption made both of them turn at the same time.

Cindy's eyes widened instantly. "Miss Juno."

Juno approached them briskly, her expression tight with stress.

Even so, she still managed a proper curtsy toward Florian before reaching out and taking hold of Cindy's arm.

"Everyone has been waiting for His Highness," Juno showed her notepad, obviously displeased. "I'm certain you were distracted again, and now he's late."

'Wow. Even her writing sounds angry...'

Cindy shrank slightly, her shoulders drooping. "I'm sorry, Miss Juno. I was just—"

"No, no," Florian cut in gently, lifting a hand. "Please don't worry. It isn't her fault."

Juno paused and looked at him, clearly surprised.

"It was actually mine," Florian continued calmly. "I overslept. I was exhausted, and then I ended up talking her ear off about a dream I had."

Juno frowned, respectful but unconvinced. She looks down at her notepad, jotting down what she has to say quickly.

Florian was patiently waiting to see what she was writing, and when she was done, she raised the notepad again.

"Prince Florian, you are far too kind. You don't need to shoulder the blame. She is still quite young and easily distracted." Her gaze flicked briefly to Cindy. "It was a miracle His Grace even assigned her to you."

Cindy's head lowered, her lips trembling just slightly.

Florian felt a pang in his chest.

'That's a bit much,' he thought.

"No, really," Florian said, more firmly this time. He stepped closer and placed a gentle hand against Cindy's back.

She startled, then slowly looked up at him. "I'm telling the truth. Please don't scold her more than necessary."

"Your Highness…" Cindy murmured, eyes shining as she stared at him.

Juno looked between the two of them for a long moment.

Then she sighed and then nodded. Seemingly letting it go.

Florian gave her a small nod. "Thank you."

Juno gestured for them to follow, regaining her composure as she quickly wrote again. "Let us proceed to the dining room. Lord Eldrick and the others have been waiting for some time."

Florian straightened, his earlier grogginess finally fading.

"Alright," he said. "Lead the way."

As they began to move, Florian glanced briefly at Cindy, who was still watching him with an expression he couldn't quite read.

'Cindy and Juno seem to have a very… strict relationship,' Florian thought. 'But they also seem close?'

He couldn't quite place it, but something about the way they spoke about each other felt familiar.

Cindy had mentioned Juno before, and from Juno's words...or, well, writing, it was clear she knew Cindy just as well.

Not formally. Personally.

Juno led the way, her steps light and practiced, posture straight and composed. Florian and Cindy followed a short distance behind her.

As they walked, Florian found himself glancing around again, attention drifting despite himself.

Even knowing how beautiful the manor was didn't lessen the effect. The halls were wide and bright, pale stone catching the light in a way that made everything feel clean and almost unreal.

Frosted glass panels reflected their movement, and the carvings along the walls were detailed but restrained. Careful craftsmanship rather than excess.

'This place really is stunning,' Florian thought. 'For a man who barely does anything for the kingdom, how does he have a manor this intricate…'

Then he smelled it.

Food.

Warm, rich scents drifted through the corridor, making his stomach twist painfully.

Something savory. Something sweet. He hadn't realized how hungry he was until that exact moment.

And then came the sound.

Voices. Laughter. The low murmur of conversation layered with the clink of cutlery and the scrape of chairs.

They were close.

Ahead stood a large set of doors, taller than any Florian had seen inside the manor so far. Two maids stood guard on either side, perfectly still.

The moment they spotted Juno, their attention sharpened. When their eyes landed on Florian, both maids curtsied deeply in perfect unison.

Florian blinked, startled, then quickly returned a polite nod.

'Do they not have knights?' he wondered. 'Why are maids guarding the doors?'

Without Juno making any movements, the maids stepped forward and opened the doors smoothly, as if they had been waiting for this exact moment.

Warmth spilled out immediately.

Light. Then the noise.

The dining hall opened before them, long tables already filled. Steam rose from freshly served dishes, plates neatly arranged. Faces turned toward the entrance almost all at once.

And then—

"Prince Florian!"

"There you are!"

"You're finally here!"

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