Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 191

Chapter 191: ’Tears Of A Woman’

Anastasia Marie Darkthorn Obsidian was the beloved queen of Concordia, a vision of grace and kindness, the very embodiment of virtue and strength.

The only daughter of Duke Darkthorn, she had been given in marriage to the king—a bond sealed in duty rather than love. But she had embraced her role, and for years, she had stood beside her husband, a beacon of warmth to a kingdom that adored her.

For as long as Heinz could remember, his mother had been the kindest woman in the world. Her laughter was music, her embrace was home. When she smiled, the world seemed to shimmer with light.

And yet, the woman before him now was unrecognizable.

The chamber was suffocating with tension, thick with the scent of lavender perfume and despair. The walls, usually pristine, bore the scars of her outburst—shattered porcelain, splintered wood, the lingering echoes of her fury still vibrating in the air.

"Y-Your Majesty, please—" One of the ladies-in-waiting pleaded shakily, her hands wringing the fabric of her dress.

Anastasia did not listen.

Her chest heaved, breaths ragged and shallow. Her hands trembled violently, fingers twitching as if struggling to find something—anything—to cling to. Her porcelain skin, usually so flawless, was marred by tear stains, her blue eyes wild, unfocused.

She had once been beautiful.

Now, she was a storm of grief, of rage, of madness barely contained within a fragile human form.

With a strangled cry, she seized a delicate vase from the gilded table beside her and hurled it against the stone wall with all her strength. The impact was deafening, the fragments scattering like shattered dreams across the marble floor.

Heinz flinched violently, his small body pressing deeper into Delilah’s protective embrace. His tiny fingers clutched desperately at her dress, his breath hitching in fear. "M-Mommy..." he whimpered, his voice barely above a whisper.

But she did not hear him.

Or perhaps, she did not care to.

"Your Majesty, his highness is frightened," Delilah urged, her voice firm yet pleading, desperation laced within every syllable.

Anastasia barely seemed to register the words. She clawed at her silken white hair, her fingers tangling in the long strands as she shook her head violently. "Why...?" The word was barely audible, a broken murmur that slipped from trembling lips. "Why did he put me in this room? Why is that woman the one who shares his bed?! I-I’m his wife!"

The maids stiffened, their eyes darting to one another in fearful silence.

"I understand your despair, Your Majesty, but—"

"But what?!" Anastasia’s voice cracked like a whip, the raw agony in her scream making the air itself quiver. Her bright blue eyes—once full of warmth, of kindness—were now drowning in something unrecognizable, something dark. "I am his queen! I have loved him, I have been faithful, I bore him a son, and still... he does this to me?! He... he spends more time with his bastard than with our child!"

Heinz’s small frame shook. He didn’t understand all the words, but the weight of his mother’s grief crushed him. It seeped into his bones, coiling around his heart like thorns. Tears pricked his eyes as he hiccupped, his tiny chest rising and falling in uneven gasps.

She’s breaking...

Delilah held him tighter, her fingers digging into his little shoulders as if to anchor him, to keep him from being swept away in the hurricane of emotions.

But Heinz couldn’t stay still.

He wriggled free of Delilah’s grip before she could stop him and ran—ran straight into his mother’s arms.

The ladies-in-waiting inhaled sharply, some stepping forward as if to intervene, but none dared move.

Anastasia stiffened, her body going rigid as if she had been struck. For a long moment, there was nothing but silence—so heavy, so absolute, that it felt as though the entire world had stopped breathing.

Then, slowly, her trembling hands lifted. They hovered over her son, fingers twitching, hesitant—afraid. Afraid to touch him. Afraid to taint him with the brokenness consuming her soul.

"Heinz..." she whispered.

Her voice cracked, so fragile it nearly shattered him.

Her fingers finally found his small shoulders, then his face, cupping his cheeks with a gentleness that was almost painful. And then, with a sob so raw it sent chills down the spines of all who witnessed it, Anastasia collapsed to her knees, pulling Heinz against her chest.

She clutched him so tightly it was almost suffocating.

"My son... oh, my boy... I’m sorry. I’m so sorry..." she wept, her whole body shaking, her tears soaking into his soft black hair.

Heinz clung to her just as fiercely, his tiny fingers curling into the fabric of her gown. He didn’t understand everything, but he understood enough.

His mother was breaking. And he... he was powerless to stop it.

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’It was the first of many of her outbursts.’

Love made people weak. Love made people foolish. _{ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com}

’Just like her.’