Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 451

Chapter 451: ’Drizelous’ Honest Feelings.’

"To be quite frank with you, Your Highness... I had hoped you wouldn’t mention it," Drizelous said softly, his voice carrying a quiet weight. The smile on his lips remained—but it was thinner now, strained, as if it hurt to hold.

"Oh, I’m... I’m sorry, I... I just wanted to apologize." Florian’s voice trembled, his gaze dropping to the floor. "I know I can’t... my apology can’t bring her back, I..." His eyes fixated on his foot, unable to look Drizelous in the eye. "This was all my fault. I... tried my best, Drizelous, to save her. I really..."

The air shifted—thickened. A heavy silence settled around them. That familiar ache tightened around Florian’s chest: guilt, sorrow, the sharp sting of regret.

"The fact that one of them... one of my butterflies was responsible..." His voice cracked as his eyes flickered toward the magical creatures that flitted gently around them.

The memory of Luluwing fluttering in the air only deepened the weight in his chest. ’I’m so... sor—’

"Keep your head up, Your Highness."

The sudden gravity in Drizelous’s voice made Florian jolt and meet his eyes.

The flamboyant spark that usually danced behind Drizelous’s expression was gone. In its place was something firm, quiet, serious—something real.

’Ah, I knew it...he was mad at—’

Florian’s thought shattered as Drizelous suddenly knelt before him.

"What—Drizelous, what are you—?" Florian flinched, stepping back instinctively as the man reached for his hands. "Why... stand up." Panic bloomed in his chest. "Please, get up, Drizelous."

But the man didn’t budge. His head remained bowed, his grip firm.

"Your Highness," Drizelous began, voice low and raw, "my family—my mother—committed a grave sin against you. Whether she was innocent, forced, or threatened... none of it changes the fact that she still made that choice." He paused, squeezing Florian’s hands gently.

"And yet... you tried to save her. After everything, you still tried. I know—deep in my heart—that you truly are my kindest muse."

Florian’s lips quivered, his throat tightening.

God. He’d been crying so easily these past few days.

"Drizelous, no... This... she was still your mother. Despite everything, that won’t change."

"I know." Drizelous’ voice was steady, but tinged with quiet sorrow. "And I did love her. I mourned her. But truthfully, Your Highness... she was barely in my life." His eyes lifted slowly, meeting Florian’s gaze. "Though we stayed in the same home, she always felt... far. Present in body, but never in spirit."

Every word landed like a soft blow, honest and sharp.

"I grieved more for you, Your Highness. When you didn’t wake for days... I feared the worst. I could never be angry at you. Never. You were nothing but a victim."

Florian couldn’t hold it in anymore.

Tears slipped down his cheeks.

Fuck.

He was crying again.

And though he hated it... he wasn’t going to stop it either.

"I’m... I..."

"So keep your head high, Your Highness," Drizelous said, rising to his feet. "Don’t you dare apologize to me. These are my honest feelings. There’s no atonement for what my mother did, and yet—you still let me stay. You still let me create garments for you and His Majesty... That’s more than I deserve."

Carefully, he reached out, resting his hand atop Florian’s head. A gentle, almost hesitant pat.

That single, kind gesture undid Florian completely.

He wept harder. Quietly. Freely.

"You’re too kind, Drizelous," Florian whispered, sniffling. "I didn’t expect you to be this serious." 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"And I didn’t peg you as a crybaby, Your Highness."

Drizelous gave a soft laugh, then gently cupped Florian’s cheeks, dabbing at the tears with an absurdly soft cloth.

"Now, now—you may be a pretty crier, but I can’t have my muse walking around with a puffy face, can I?"

Florian laughed softly, the sound shaky but genuine, as he nodded and reached up to wipe the rest of the tears from his face.

"And I still want details about what’s going on between you and His Majesty," Drizelous said with a playful glint in his eye, winking at him.

Florian only laughed harder at that, his voice lighter now as he continued dabbing at his cheeks. "There really is nothing!"

"Uh huh. Sure, keep your secrets." Drizelous grinned knowingly, already turning away and busying himself once more with the array of fabrics laid out. "I heard Princess Athena and Princess Scarlett are the ones helping you plan the ball. Looks like I’ll need to coordinate with them about your outfit as well."

"Is it not going to be similar to before?" Florian asked, genuinely curious.

Drizelous gasped, loud and theatrical, spinning on his heel. His energy had returned in full force. "Of course not! I heard the Floramatrian royal family—your family—will be attending..." He flicked a silk cloth into the air like it was a banner. "Which means I absolutely have to put you in traditional Floramatrian clothing!"

’Floramatrian clothes? Do... they dress differently?’

Florian blinked, his brows furrowing just slightly as the thought settled in.

✧༺ ⏱︎ ༻✧

’Probably asking why we’re fortunate.’

There had been something off. Cashew hadn’t said anything, but when he and Drizelous arrived earlier, he had clearly heard something shatter inside the room. But when the door opened, there was nothing visibly broken. Nothing out of place.

Tense.

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