Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 538

Monica stood before him with a soft, measured smile, her hands folded neatly in front of her. Her head tilted ever so slightly to the side, as if she were studying a rare flower in bloom.

"L–Lady Monica," Florian stammered, his eyes wide. His pulse jumped erratically in his throat.

Above him, Azure's grip on his hair tightened possessively, sharp little claws pricking his scalp. The dragon's low growl reverberated against him, a warning rumble.

Monica's gaze flicked toward Azure, and though she clearly noticed the sound, her expression never wavered.

Calm.

Serene.

Unfazed.

"And this must be His Majesty's dragon," she said smoothly, her voice like silk over glass. "A pleasure to meet you."

"Graahh." Azure's growl deepened, louder this time, teeth bared. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Florian tensed immediately, panic flashing through him. 'He's going to attack her—oh God, not here, not now.' He clutched at Azure quickly, his voice sharp. "Go look for Cashew and stay with him."

But Azure's wings stayed tight against his sides, his violet eyes glimmering with stubborn defiance. He didn't move.

Florian narrowed his eyes. "Azure." His tone hardened, strict in a way he rarely ever used with him.

The little dragon's growl faltered. He pouted—if a dragon could pout—before tucking his wings closer.

The movement was sulky, unhappy, but Florian knew it meant surrender. Azure was upset, but he knew better than to disobey, especially today of all days.

With a reluctant huff, he spread his wings, casting one last venomous glare at Monica before lifting off the ground.

The rush of air from his takeoff ruffled Florian's hair and tugged at the fabric of his veil.

Florian followed the dragon with his gaze, watching until the blur of blue disappeared into the distance.

A knot of guilt pressed against his chest—he hated sending Azure away when he clearly didn't trust Monica—but what choice did he have?

The silence that lingered after Azure's departure was heavier than before. Florian turned back, unsure what to say, unsure why Monica—of all people—would approach him now.

Monica's eyes were on him still, calm and unwavering. "I'm surprised," she said at last. "I had heard whispers that you were close with the dragon. But to see it up close…" Her smile widened slightly, though her tone stayed perfectly smooth. "You're admirable, Prince Florian."

Florian's heart stuttered. His eyes snapped toward her, uncertain if it was praise or a subtle jab.

'Why would she say that? What does she want from me?'

He forced a laugh, awkward and brittle. "You flatter me, my lady."

"I've heard a great many things about you from my son," Monica said, her voice smooth, unhurried. Her hands folded gracefully before her as her eyes lingered on him. "He seems to admire you greatly. And His Majesty… well, it is clear he admires you too."

Florian's breath caught at her words, his chest tightening.

Monica continued, unflinching. "After hearing of your feats, and all you've endured, I've come to respect you myself. So if you could spare me a few minutes…" She lifted her hand, gesturing lightly in the universal signal of 'come with me.'

"May I speak with you? Just privately."

Florian froze. His heart lurched painfully in his chest.

'She wants to speak with me in private?'

His thoughts tumbled over each other, sharp and panicked. Suspicion stabbed through him like a knife.

But… would Monica actually do anything to him?

'What would even be the reason? Her kingdom?'

Was this about politics? About him? About Heinz? Or worse—did she know something about Hendrix? About the original Florian?

His stomach churned. His skin prickled with unease.

God.

He was spiraling.

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