Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 41

Chapter 41: ’A Game Of Sympathy’

"What do I do when they ask about King Heinz summoning me?" Florian abruptly stopped in his tracks, the echo of his boots resounding in the quiet hallway.

The two trailing behind him—Cashew and Lucius—halted as well, exchanging a brief glance. Florian turned to face Lucius, though his gaze was carefully averted, not quite meeting Lucius’ eyes.

"They’re bound to ask," Florian continued, his voice laced with anxiety. "Judging by everything we’ve observed in the reports, the princesses are curious—and some are even outright angry—that His Majesty keeps summoning me."

Florian exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. The tension in his shoulders was evident. He understood why they were upset. The original Florian had never been summoned. Not once. In fact, he had been entirely ignored by Heinz until the day of his execution.

’And yet here I am, breaking that pattern,’ Florian thought bitterly.

The princesses had been in the harem for a month now, and during that time, Heinz had regularly met with them—whether for conversations, meals, or the occasional royal obligation. But since his abrupt announcement that he was seeking a wife, the king had seemingly gone silent.

In their eyes, Florian realized, Heinz was ignoring them while inexplicably paying attention to him.

’Which is half true,’ Florian mused. ’In reality, Heinz barely leaves his office or room. All his decisions hinge on my reports. He’s not even roaming the palace like he did in the novel.’ _{freёweɓnovel.com}

Lucius’ steady voice broke through Florian’s spiraling thoughts. "You can say that His Majesty is assigning you work. After all, you are still a noble."

Florian frowned. "Yes, but I’m also still part of the harem. Ignored or not, the princesses are going to question why I’m working."

Lucius tilted his head slightly, as if considering his next words carefully. "You could say that you’re earning your way out of the harem, Your Highness. That might garner sympathy."

"Sympathy?" Florian echoed, his skepticism evident. "How would that build sympathy? They see me as a threat. With how the original Florian acted, it’s no wonder they’re wary of me."

Lucius’ lips twitched into a faint, knowing smirk. "They may see you as a threat now, but framing your actions as the struggles of someone trying to prove their worth could soften that image. I’ll teach you how to position it properly."

"You see..." Florian’s voice cracked as tears began to slide down his cheeks, slow and deliberate, catching everyone in the dining hall off guard.

"Y-Your Highness?" one of the princesses’ maids stammered, exchanging wide-eyed looks with the others. This wasn’t the first time Florian had been seen crying—after all, the original Florian was notorious for throwing tantrums and sobbing when Heinz ignored him.

But this was different.

This wasn’t a desperate display of begging at Heinz’s feet. This was quiet, dignified sorrow. It was elegant. It was pitiful. And it was working.

"I have accepted my defeat," Florian choked out, his voice trembling as he dabbed his face with a napkin. "I know His Majesty will never love me... and so I asked him if I could go home."

A collective gasp echoed through the hall, though Scarlett’s face remained a mask of fury, and Bridget simply furrowed her brow in surprise.

"B-But Prince Florian, that would mean the destruction of your kingdom!" Alexandria exclaimed, her hand flying to her mouth in shock.

Florian nodded solemnly, allowing the weight of her words to settle in the air. "I know... That’s what I thought at first. That’s why I acted out..." He let his voice crack again, clutching the napkin to his face, though he peeked through the fabric to gauge their reactions.

’Lucius was right. They’re eating this up.’

Alexandria was the first to speak again, her voice hesitant but filled with curiosity. "So... you mean... the reason you pestered His Majesty and did all those things was because you wanted him to send you home?"

Florian lowered the napkin slightly, his red-rimmed eyes glistening with tears. "Yes... I-I just wanted to go home so badly. I didn’t want to be here..." His tone was shaky and drenched in anguish.

By now, even Bridget and Mira, who typically maintained a detached demeanor, were looking at him with traces of sympathy.

"When His Majesty announced he was taking a bride," Florian continued, "I finally gathered the courage to ask him if I could leave... because I knew I would never be an option. And... I didn’t want to be."

’Two princesses down,’ Florian thought as he sniffled and wiped his cheeks. "He got mad. Rightfully so... After all, I am an offering to His Majesty, a representative of my kingdom. My duty was clear from the beginning, and I failed to fulfill it."

’Only the last part is a lie,’ Florian thought grimly. ’Heinz hasn’t agreed to let me go home. But that’s not going to stop me.’

’Come on,’ Florian thought, his heart racing. ’Say something. Anything. Be my friend.’

"Pfft."