Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 473

Chapter 473: ’Just As Great.’

Florian felt... strange.

That memory he had with Hendrix—it left something heavy lodged in his chest, something that didn’t fade even after waking.

Now, Florian was not new to memories.

Especially memories of the original Florian having intercourse. He had seen it before—with Lucius, with Lancelot, and, surprisingly, even with Heinz.

But this one... this one was different.

The emotions were sharper, cutting in ways the others hadn’t.

With Lucius and Lancelot, there had been doubt and uncertainty.

With Heinz, it had been heartbreak.

And with Hendrix... guilt.

Guilt?

The original Florian had felt a massive, overwhelming wave of it.

Even more guilt than what he’d felt from practically leading on Lucius and Lancelot—who were, after all, the main love interests originally.

But Hendrix... Hendrix had simply been there.

Well... maybe it was because Hendrix died for associating with the original Florian.

Technically, he would’ve survived if he had never crossed paths with him.

Hendrix had been willing to leave, even though part of him still wanted to help Monica—his mother—save her kingdom.

Perhaps, the guilt wasn’t just the original Florian’s.

Perhaps, it was also his own.

Because Hendrix... thinks he’s the original Florian.

Hendrix wants to save the original Florian. He could have used his regression to make sure Heinz never kills him again, to avoid execution altogether...

But he’s using it to save him.

Who wouldn’t feel guilty after seeing such a dream?

Hendrix’s feelings—as much as Florian wanted to doubt them—seemed genuine. He looked at him like someone who had truly, unshakably fallen for—

"Your Highness? What do you think?"

The soft voice cut through his thoughts like a ripple breaking the surface of still water. Florian jolted slightly, snapping his gaze toward Athena.

She was holding a stack of papers, each sheet a different color, her curious eyes fixed on him.

Right.

He’d been so caught up in his thoughts, he’d nearly forgotten where he was—sitting in the gardens again with Athena and Scarlett, their chosen meeting spot for discussing the preparations for the upcoming ball in honor of his birthday.

"O-Oh, sorry... I was spacing out. What was that?" he said quickly, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Scarlett arched an eyebrow, the corners of her mouth twitching as if she suspected more than he was letting on.

And of course, she did.

"We were asking which accents you’d like for the invitations. Since we’re going for a Floramatria theme, these are all different combinations and shades of purple and green."

Florian’s gaze fell to the sheets Athena held—lavender paired with emerald, lilac with sage, amethyst with pale mint. His eyes scanned over them, but his mind still lagged behind.

"They all look good," he murmured, almost absently.

Athena nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, I’m having a hard time deciding as well. Scarlett has such a good eye for colors—it feels like every combination she put together would look absolutely stunning."

’Really, once I’m not so busy, I should really get these two together.’ He glanced at Scarlett with quiet amusement, but she caught the look almost instantly.

"Don’t even."

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