Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 540

Florian didn't know what to say to that.

His lips parted, but the words caught in his throat, leaving only silence.

He could only stare at Monica, at the faint tremble in her shoulders, at the way her pink eyes glistened with unshed tears before she quickly blinked them away and forced herself to breathe.

When she looked back at him, there was a smile on her face again—but it was too brittle, too deliberate.

'Hendrix did say she felt awful… that Monica was offered to become a concubine in exchange for her kingdom's prosperity but…'

Florian's frown deepened, his chest tight with unease.

'He never said she never loved Henry. Or that she carried this much guilt…'

"As far as Hendrix knows," Monica said softly, her voice smoothing into something careful, "his father and I ended up falling in love—loving each other until Henry's death. That I was truly happy, only burdened by small guilts."

She let out a faint chuckle, though it sounded more like a sigh dragged into shape. "But really… my only true joy was my son. Henry treated me wonderfully, and yes, I did learn to love him at some point. But Queen Anastasia…"

Her voice faltered, the weight of the name alone dragging the air between them into silence.

"Hearing her cries, seeing her pain… and then her death…" Monica's words trailed off as she turned her face away from him, her smile finally breaking.

Florian's chest twisted.

'She's still haunted by it.'

"I could never be truly happy after that," Monica admitted, her tone so low it was nearly a whisper. "And I don't think Henry was either. We both lived in despair after Queen Anastasia's death—we just made sure he never saw. Hendrix… and Henry… really did try with Heinz."

Florian blinked, startled. "Try with His Majesty? I'm sorry… what does that mean?"

Monica's eyes softened as they returned to him, though sorrow still lingered there.

"After Queen Anastasia's death, Henry tried his best to… reconnect with Heinz. For whatever reason—for reasons he could never even explain to me—Henry couldn't bring himself to connect with Heinz while Anastasia was alive."

Her frown deepened as her gaze sank to her lap, fingers knotting themselves into the folds of her gown.

The once-pristine fabric crumpled beneath her grip as though it bore the weight of everything she could not say.

"I tried too," Monica murmured, her voice carrying both weariness and regret. "Because I wanted both brothers to grow up together. To know each other. Queen Anastasia and I… we could never be close, but I thought… at the very least, our sons could be."

Florian's chest ached. He drew in a sharp breath, his lips parting. "To be closer…"

'And yet… the two brothers in this life hate each other. Not just dislike, not just resentment—but hate. With a passion. Both carrying their own reasons, both scarred by things beyond repair.'

Monica nodded slowly, her smile fading into something brittle. "That's right. Even when we were banished, I wanted nothing more than to take all the blame. If it meant my son could one day reconnect with his brother, I would have borne it all gladly. I couldn't even bring myself to blame Heinz for killing Henry. And Henry…"

Her voice dropped, heavy, "…Henry knew. He knew someday Heinz would overthrow him."

Florian's eyes widened, his heart stumbling. "King Henry knew?"

Once again, Monica inclined her head in a solemn nod. "That is why he made a will. His last promise, his final apology—to me, to Hendrix. A safeguard for whatever would come after him. That will declared Hendrix as the rightful king. I… I didn't want to show Hendrix that will. Not yet."

Florian froze. 'Hendrix told me about this…'

"Hendrix should never have known about it," Monica continued, her voice faint but firm. "He wasn't meant to. That was a truth I held alone."

Florian's breath hitched, his stomach sinking. 'But… he does know. He's already told me…'

Her words pressed on. "And yet… one morning, my son woke as though he were someone else. He could suddenly wield magic he never had before. He found the letter Henry had given me. He uncovered the will. Things I had hidden away."

Florian's pulse roared in his ears, his hands tightening against his knees. Each word she spoke unraveled him further.

"Wait—" His voice cracked, sharper than he intended. He leaned forward, his green eyes locking onto hers, wide and unsteady. "Forgive me, Lady Monica, but… why? Why are you telling me all this?"

The question ripped out of him before he could stop it, raw and desperate.

He couldn't hold it in anymore.

This was too much.

Too much information.

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