"You..." Heinz began slowly, his voice quieter than usual, almost unreadable. "You want me to make the princesses leave?"
His heart was thudding violently in his chest. That wasn’t a question he’d ever expected to hear. Not from Florian.
He stared down at him, studying the boy who suddenly looked far more tense than usual—nervous even.
And Florian barely got nervous.
’What is this?’ Heinz thought, his chest tightening.
He stood there for a moment, unmoving—then something inside him snapped.
He stepped forward and leaned over, caging Florian beneath him on the bed, arms planted on either side. The sudden motion made Florian blink, startled.
"Y-Your Majesty?" Florian’s voice cracked slightly as he turned his face away, pink blooming across his cheeks. "What are you...?"
Heinz didn’t answer immediately. His eyes scanned every detail of Florian’s expression—the hesitation, the stiffness in his shoulders, the fluttering in his throat as he swallowed.
He was nervous. Why?
He wanted answers.
"Why do you want to make the princesses leave?" Heinz asked, voice quiet but intense.
"Oh..." Florian murmured, still not meeting his gaze.
But Heinz wasn’t looking away. Not even for a second. He waited—watched every flicker of emotion on that delicate face.
"I-I mean..." Florian finally began, his voice soft. "Do you still need them here? You’re not looking for a queen anymore, and I heard you told them that you’re no longer interested... so I was wondering if maybe... we can give them the option to go home? To disband the harem?"
’He really wants me to disband the harem...’ Heinz felt something flicker violently in his chest.
It wasn’t anger.
It was something far more dangerous.
Possibility.
Hope.
Florian hadn’t included himself in them.
He’d said them—the princesses. Not including him.
Did that mean what Heinz thought it meant?
’He wants to be the only one?’
Heinz’s heart began to pound faster, something hot curling in his stomach. The real Florian—the one he had known since they were young—used to throw tantrums at the very idea of Heinz being with other women. Heinz hadn’t understood it then, but now?
’He was in love with me.’
And now, this Florian, the one who took his place... he wasn’t saying it outright, but Heinz had learned to read between the lines.
’He cares. Maybe even... feels the same.’
Florian was trying to act like this was for the princesses. But Heinz could see it now.
He didn’t want to share him.
"Your Majesty?" Florian’s voice wavered again, panicked by the silence. "Are... are you mad? Why aren’t you saying anything? You’re just staring at me like—like that—"
Florian quickly brought his hands up to cover his face.
Heinz’s breath hitched. ’God, he’s adorable.’
Without a word, he gently took hold of Florian’s wrist, lowering the hand shielding his face.
"Your Majes—" Florian barely got the words out before Heinz silenced him with a kiss.
Soft, firm, possessive.
Florian tensed beneath him for a second, startled—but then, like instinct, he melted into it. His lips moved back, shy but eager, and that alone sent shivers down Heinz’s spine.
’Fuck. He’s kissing back.’
Heinz deepened the kiss, growling low in his throat. His hand slipped beneath Florian’s satin top, warm skin meeting his palm. Florian gasped.
Heinz took the opportunity, slipping his tongue inside Florian’s mouth and tasting him. Sweet. Addicting. Too good. Florian whimpered, and Heinz swallowed it hungrily.
’I can’t get enough of this.’ He really can’t.
He’d had sex before—plenty. The princesses, other noblewomen. It had all been physical. Mechanical. Pleasure, but nothing more.
But this?
Just kissing Florian had his entire body on fire.
But not now—not yet.
’Don’t tempt me like this.’
God, the way Florian looked right now—so submissive, so confused, so inviting—Heinz had to grit his teeth and look away for a second.
’He acts like such a different person when he’s under me...’
’Anything.’
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