Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 57

Chapter 57: ’To Sacrifice For The Sake Of Sacrifice’

"W-What? Why are you—"

"You’re thinking about something dangerous, Your Highness. Whatever it is—don’t." Lucius’s voice was low but edged with authority, his eyes sharp with warning.

Florian’s brows furrowed, unease tightening his chest. ’How does he know...?’ he wondered, a cold shiver creeping up his spine.

"Your Highness?" Cashew’s worried voice broke through the tension. His small face was scrunched in concern, lips trembling as he tried to understand what was happening.

Florian forced a faint smile, though it didn’t reach his eyes. "Everything’s okay, Cashew. All right?" He cupped the boy’s cheek gently. ’I’m sorry you have to go through this—see this—at such a young age.’

Despite the ache twisting in his chest, his resolve hardened. He had to do this. There was no other way.

"Time’s almost up, Commander!" the rogue leader bellowed, his voice slicing through the suffocating air. Athena’s scream followed—a sharp, desperate sound that echoed through the clearing.

"N-No!"

"Athena!" Alexandria’s panicked cry rang out, her voice cracking. Tears streaked her face. "Sir Lancelot, please do something!"

Florian’s jaw clenched as the princesses’ frightened pleas filled the air. Without another thought, he yanked Lucius’s hand off his arm.

"Stay close to Lucius," Florian whispered urgently to Cashew, whose wide eyes shimmered with terror.

"Your Highness... what are you—"

Florian turned toward Lucius, his expression grim. "Lucius, protect Cashew. Make sure nothing happens to him. And no matter what happens... someone must come for me."

Lucius’s expression darkened. "Don’t do this—whatever this is—stay out of it, Your Highness. None of these men even see you right now. The commander will—"

Before Lucius could finish, Florian spun on his heel and stepped forward, raising his hand.

"Take me!" His voice was clear, steady, and commanding.

A stunned silence fell over the clearing.

"Prince Florian?" Lancelot’s brows furrowed in disbelief. His voice wavered with confusion.

Gasps erupted from the princesses.

"Prince Florian... what are you doing?" Bridget demanded, her voice laced with shock.

Behind Florian, Cashew let out a broken sob. "Y-Your Highness..."

Florian ignored their cries. His gaze was locked on the rogue leader.

Swallowing the thick lump rising in his throat, Florian forced his legs to move forward. His steps were heavy with dread, but he refused to stop. Every nerve screamed at him to turn back—to hide—but he kept moving, the air thick with fear.

The rogue leader’s lips curled into a grin as he dragged Athena closer. His eyes gleamed with twisted delight, raking over Florian with a predatory gaze.

"Oh? Who is this little jewel?" he sneered.

Florian’s skin crawled, but he stood his ground.

"I’m—"

"He’s no one." Lucius’s voice cut through the tension like a blade. He grabbed Florian’s arm, his tone cold and commanding. "Absolutely no one."

Florian’s temper flared. ’He had all the chances to help the princesses, but now he speaks up when I’m the one helping?’

"No one?" The rogue leader’s eyes narrowed. "Doesn’t seem like it, judging by his outfit and the fact that your commander over there called him ’prince’... prince..."

One of the rogues let out an audible gasp. "Sir, that’s him! The only boy in the harem—the one who can give birth!"

A murmur of interest swept through the rogues like wildfire. Their stares burned into Florian, laced with greed and twisted fascination. It was exactly the reaction he had anticipated.

Florian’s rare biology was an anomaly in this world—an absurd miracle to some and a commodity to others.

"So you’re that prince, huh?" The rogue leader’s voice dripped with amusement.

Florian shook off Lucius’s grip and took another determined step forward. Athena’s eyes shimmered with tears, her expression now a mix of fear and concern.

"P-Prince Florian..." Athena whimpered.

Florian forced himself to smile at her, though it trembled at the edges. When he turned back to the rogue leader, his expression was ice-cold.

"Yes. I am that prince. You already know I have a rare biology that allows me to give birth. I am the king’s only prince in his harem—far more valuable than all these princesses combined." His voice remained steady despite the fear churning inside him. "You want a hostage for ransom? Take me."

"What the fuck are you doing?" Lancelot’s voice cut through the tension, sharp with disbelief. "Have you lost your mind?"

Florian clenched his jaw. ’Your job, apparently,’ he thought bitterly, without sparing Lancelot a glance.

The rogue leader laughed, his voice deep and mocking. "Oh, that’s interesting, little prince. I admire your courage, but if you’re truly valuable, you wouldn’t sacrifice yourself. You’re not even a queen candidate. How do I know the king will pay to get you back?"

"You don’t," Florian admitted with a shrug. "No one knows for sure. But is the king the only one capable of giving you the ransom you want?"