Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 455

Chapter 455: ’As Expected.’

’As expected, he was furious.’

Hendrix thought, a quiet, satisfied smirk playing on his lips as his boots echoed down the grand marble hallway of the Diamond Palace. His steps were slow, deliberate, almost taunting in their rhythm.

He had waited months—no, endured months—for this day.

Months of careful planning.

Months of silence.

And now that it had finally arrived, Heinz’s reaction had been exactly what Hendrix hoped for.

Volatile.

Furious.

"I fully expected him to try and kill me though," he muttered under his breath, letting out a dramatic sigh. His fingers absentmindedly brushed his coat sleeve, his thoughts drifting to the way Florian’s delicate hand had clutched Heinz’s arm—shaky, desperate, but undeniably deliberate.

He had seen through it instantly.

Florian had pretended to feel ill just to stop Heinz from attacking him.

And somehow, it worked.

That alone made Hendrix pause and wonder...

What was Heinz’s game?

But even through the smoldering contempt that resurfaced each time he thought of his half-brother, Hendrix could not ignore the way his heart had stirred the moment Florian entered the room.

’His beauty is incomparable.’

He smiled faintly to himself, the corners of his mouth twitching upward. Even now, he could still feel the soft tremble of Florian’s body when Hendrix purposely brushed against him—how those wide, ethereal eyes blinked in recognition.

Yes. Florian remembered him.

And God, did Hendrix want to pull him close—then and there. To steal him away from the chaos and the palace walls and hide him where no one could hurt him.

But no.

Not yet.

Everything had to go according to plan. Every move had to be precise.

Especially now. Now that he knew Heinz couldn’t kill him—not without consequence—and would have no choice but to play along, at least for a little while.

Once his plan was complete... once everything fell into place—

Then, Florian would be his.

He was nearly lost in the thought when a timid voice pulled him back.

"Y-Your... Highness?"

Hendrix blinked, his expression smoothing over in an instant. He turned toward the sound, immediately recognizing the two figures standing further down the hall. A slow grin curled onto his face.

"Oh, well if it isn’t Lucius Darkthorn and Lancelot Flameheart." He folded his arms casually. "It’s rare to see you two together without my dear brother."

He came to a slow stop, standing directly in front of them. Their stunned expressions were practically priceless.

"How have you two been?"

Lucius and Lancelot exchanged a look—wary, confused, and guarded all at once.

"What are you doing here, Prince Hendrix?" Lucius asked cautiously, his brows furrowed. "You... shouldn’t be here."

"Shouldn’t I?" Hendrix tilted his head, voice calm but laced with authority. "I am the second prince of Concordia. If anything, I have more right to be here than the two of you combined."

Both of them stiffened—Lucius blinked in surprise, but Lancelot’s hand was already reaching for his blade.

"You were still banished," Lancelot said sharply, his stance shifting as he drew his sword, the gleam of steel catching the light.

Hendrix didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. His smirk said enough.

"I’ve already seen His Majesty. I’m sure you’ll want to find him now. He’s pretty pissed." He chuckled softly. "But then again, when isn’t he?"

"Now, if you excuse me," Hendrix interrupted again, not even turning this time.

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