Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 438

Chapter 438: ’Hope For The Original.’

"That settles it then," Lucius announced, clasping his hands together, his voice laced with calm finality. His smile was small, but unmistakably satisfied—like a man who believed he’d just successfully extinguished the quiet sparks before a fire.

’He seems pleased with himself,’ Florian thought, lowering his arms from where they’d been crossed tightly across his chest.

Still, he had to give Lucius some credit.

Had it been anyone else, especially Heinz, Florian would have continued arguing. He wasn’t going to sit by and let himself be dangled like bait again—not after everything.

But Lucius...

Lucius was loyal to Heinz, yes, but he had also been discreetly protective of Florian.

Subtle with his warnings. Soft with his concern. And with Florian’s current fragile position, Lucius was one of the few he trusted to speak up if danger crept near.

Still, that suggestion of his—inviting his family...

Florian hadn’t been on board. Not at all.

’Why would I want them here? Why would I want the original Florian’s family to see me?’

It felt pointless. Worse, it felt wrong.

He remembered some of the memories—the hazy recollections while he’d been getting tortured when he was kidnapped. The distant echoes of pain, of silence, of disappointment.

Especially the way Asher—Florian’s father—looked at his son with cold indifference, sometimes with thinly veiled contempt.

It had been just another weight pressing on Florian’s already overburdened chest.

There was already too much to deal with. Too much pain to unpack. All he wanted—all he ever wanted—was to fix what he could before it was time to leave. To give some kind of peace to the people who mattered.

Lucius.

Lancelot.

Cashew.

And... the original Florian.

That was what this was always about.

Fixing his life.

Making it better. Making sure he no longer got hurt, or get executed. Even if it was just a little.

But then the idea struck him. Slowly. Quietly. Like a whisper inside his chest.

’What if... this is another way to fix things?’

Florian’s family. His mother, his older sister.

’There’s nothing in the novel about Florian’s family life besides the fact that his father chose him among all his sisters to be part of Heinz’s harem.’

It was Asher who had poisoned the air. Asher who made Florian feel like a curse instead of a child in the memories that he saw.

’But his mother... his sister... maybe they’re different. Maybe if they knew the truth, they would want him back.’

It had always felt strange—that it was the father, Asher, who made the final decision. Who cast the original Florian aside like he was nothing more than an inconvenience.

When it should’ve been the mother—her choice, as she was the matriarch.

The queen.

Especially when it came to an only son like Florian.

’Asher did threaten Florian not to tell his mother about getting punished. So..’

Florian’s mother might have not gotten word of it until it was too late.

And the enemy back then had been Concordia—how much of a choice did she really have?

Maybe... she never even knew the full truth.

’Maybe she wanted him back all this time.’

And if that was true—if there was even the smallest sliver of hope left in that possibility—then Florian had a plan.

Maybe—just maybe—he could convince Heinz.

Convince him to let go.

To let the real Florian return home to Floramatria.

Without bloodshed. Without war. Without more heartbreak.

Just a quiet goodbye.

’I’m sure Heinz won’t have too much of a problem with it... right? Once everything has been settled.’

Florian tried to reassure himself, but the thought lingered like a shadow he couldn’t quite shake.

Heinz—right now—was indulging in him more than he had ever indulged the original Florian.

Wary.

’So, he’s just... sexually frustrated.’

’Maybe he’s just depraved, and I’m a convenient outlet. A distraction. A toy in the shape of something new.’

And Florian knew—knew—that the only reason Heinz was showing him this kind of attention was because he wasn’t acting like the original Florian.

’And Heinz won’t love him.’

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