Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 437

Chapter 437: ’Florian’s Family.’

’What in Concordia is he even saying?’

Florian’s eyes narrowed, arms crossing tightly over his chest as he stared at Heinz with barely restrained irritation. His jaw was clenched, shoulders tense.

He looked like someone ready to throw something at him—and honestly, Heinz was getting a little frustrated too.

He furrowed his brows, clearly confused. "Bait? Test? Florian, what are you—"

But Florian cut him off before he could finish.

"There’s no other reason for Your Majesty to host such a thing than for a test—or to lure someone out using me as bait," he snapped, eyes burning. "I just got kidnapped. I understand that there’s still that strange man out there, but—"

This time, Heinz cut him off.

"This isn’t a test, nor am I using you as bait." His voice was firm—almost hurt.

Because it was true. It hadn’t even crossed his mind. The thought that Florian believed that—that he expected that from him—made something twist unpleasantly in Heinz’s chest.

’Is that really how little he trusts me...?’

Heinz had wanted to do something—anything—for Florian. Even if he wasn’t the original. Even if he didn’t remember all the pain.

Even if he looked at Heinz like he was a stranger, or worse... the enemy.

Maybe it was for both of them—for the Florian in front of him and the one who had suffered quietly before him.

Because Heinz knew... somewhere inside, the original Florian was still there. Watching. Waiting.

And maybe, selfishly, Heinz wanted to do something that wasn’t cruel. Something beautiful. To walk Florian into a ballroom, show him off, make it known that he belonged at Heinz’s side.

Because Florian was going to be their queen.

’How did that get so twisted in his head? How did we end up here again?’

Heinz’s lips parted to explain—but Florian struck first.

"How do I know that?" he demanded, voice low and bitter. "Considering most of my suffering would’ve been avoided if I was aware of the truth from the start."

Heinz froze.

That one hit where it hurt.

"...That’s..." he began, but the words faded. He didn’t know how to answer that—not in a way that would make it better.

Because Florian was right.

He had been kept in the dark. Lied to. By Heinz.

If Heinz hadn’t realize he loved Florian, it might’ve continued on.

Heinz wanted to tell him the truth now. He wanted to confess everything—his feelings, his regrets, the burning desire to protect him at any cost.

He wanted to swear that if the world tried to hurt Florian again, he’d burn it all down. Kingdom and crown be damned.

But Florian was looking at him like that. Like he was one of the people who had hurt him. One of the people he couldn’t trust.

And Heinz... couldn’t speak.

Not like this.

’My chest is aching again. Fuck.’ He really hated it.

Lucius stepped in, clearly sensing the tension thickening in the air. He gave Heinz a small glance before stepping forward, addressing Florian with practiced gentleness.

"I understand your frustrations, Your Highness," he said carefully. "But this is really just a party. For you. That’s why we plan to give you full control. From the invitations, to the theme and décor, the menu, even the staff—everything will go through you."

Florian blinked, surprised.

Lucius continued, voice steady. "It’s been hard on you. His Majesty knows that. He’s been with you since your return—he’s seen it himself."

Lucius gave a small nod, seemingly unfazed by their reactions. "Yes. His Highness often speaks of missing home... and his sister. So I thought—why not use this as a chance?" He smiled slightly, his tone matter-of-fact. "It is His Highness’ birthday, after all. I’m sure the Queen of Floramatria and the Crown Princess especially would be delighted to celebrate with him since they were unable to see him off."

’Was that... a good idea?’ Heinz wondered inwardly, eyes flickering toward Florian with something unreadable—uncertainty, perhaps, or guilt. ’He isn’t the real Florian. He probably doesn’t even see those people as his family.’

It was that girl. Kaz.

’So there’s no use in this, is there?’ Heinz thought grimly, folding his hands together. ’Even if we invite them, even if they come... Florian won’t care. He’ll just reject it.’

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