Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 614

As soon as the door closed behind them, Florian caught the shift in the air.

"Can you handle this yourself?"

Juno's note seemed pre-written again, as if she had to ask multiple people if they could handle things on their own many times.

"Of course," Cindy replied quickly. "I'll make sure His Highness is well taken care of."

Florian sat on the edge of the bed, one hand braced beside him. He hadn't felt sick walking back here.

Tired, yes. But now, the room felt like it was gently spinning, the fatigue settling into his limbs all at once.

'That walk really shouldn't have done this,' he thought, swallowing.

He glanced up subtly, watching them through his lashes. He could still clearly see the words Juno wrote on her notepad.

"Do not do anything stupid," Juno glares at her. "For some reason, His Highness is paranoid, and it's going to upset His Grace."

A frown creased her face as she wrote another one. "We can't let the prince's sensitivity make things worse."

Florian's jaw tightened.

'Sensitive?' he thought. 'I felt sick. I wasn't imagining it.'

If anything, Eldrick had been the one reacting too strongly.

"I don't think Prince Florian is being sensitive," Cindy said hesitantly. "He just—"

Juno raises a hand, as if she were saying she didn't want to hear whatever explanation Cindy had. She just placed a hand on Cindy's shoulder, giving it a small squeeze.

Cindy let out a small squeak. "O-Okay, Ms. Juno."

"I'll be going now," Juno showed another pre-written note, all the while writing a new one. "We still have other guests, and I'm sure Duke Eldrick is busy trying to appease that knight."

Florian's eyes narrowed slightly.

'The way she writes…' he thought. 'She writes about Eldrick like he's volatile.'

As Juno turned and left, Florian straightened, forcing his expression neutral.

By the time Cindy turned back into the room, he looked like he hadn't seen a thing.

Cindy stepped inside and closed the door, her smile snapping into place a little too quickly.

"Hi, Your Highness!" she said brightly, adjusting her apron. "How are you feeling?"

Florian didn't bother lying. "Tired again," he admitted. "And a bit dizzy."

Cindy looked away.

"Mhm."

Florian tilted his head.

'That's it?' he thought. 'Just mhm?'

Something about her reaction felt off. Too controlled.

"Your Highness," Cindy said after a moment, her voice softer now, "before I call for a physician… I'd like to ask you a few questions."

Questions.

Plural.

"And I hope you'll answer honestly."

Florian studied her face. The nervousness. The way she kept shifting her weight.

'This isn't casual curiosity,' he realized.

"Alright," he said slowly. "Go ahead."

She stepped closer, hands clasped tightly in front of her. "Have you been eating a lot lately?"

"Eating a lot?" Florian blinked. "Uh… yes, I guess. I snack more when I'm stressed. Some people say I've gotten a bit bloated."

Cashew had teased him about it. Drizelous had been more blunt.

He shrugged faintly. "I've been under a lot of pressure."

Cindy nodded, as if checking something off in her head.

"Have you been… emotional?" she asked. "Moody?"

Moody?

Florian hesitated.

'Crying more than usual counts, right?' he thought. 'And whatever this mess with Heinz is…'

"Maybe," he said honestly.

"You're dizzy right now?"

"Yes."

She inhaled. "The food you usually love… You said it felt off. Did it smell bad? Did it make you feel like throwing up even though it looked appetizing?"

Florian's eyes widened slightly.

"That's exactly it," he said. "That's exactly how it felt."

Cindy swallowed.

"You got tired just from walking," she continued quietly. "And you dreamt of bunnies."

Florian stiffened.

"Wait," he said sharply. "The bunny dream too?" He stared at her. "That's part of why you're asking all this?"

His pulse picked up. "Cindy… do you know what's happening to me?"

She hesitated.

"I… I might have an idea," she said nervously.

Florian leaned forward despite the dizziness. "What is it?"

A knock echoed against the door.

Both of them froze.

Cindy's head snapped toward it. "Were you expecting someone?"

"No," Florian answered slowly. 'Unless…'

Lancelot would have come with him if he had planned to. Hendrix wouldn't knock. Athena and Scarlett would have announced themselves.

'This timing is awful,' he thought.

The knock came again, firmer this time.

Florian looked back at Cindy, his voice low. "We will finish this conversation later."

Cindy nodded, her face pale.

"I promise," she whispered.

Florian straightened, schooling his expression as the dizziness pressed in again.

"Come in," he called.

The door opened slowly.

Two maids stepped inside first.

They didn't speak. They simply moved to either side of the doorway and stood there, hands folded neatly in front of them, heads slightly bowed.

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