Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 491

Chapter 491: ’That’s How It Should Be.’

Heinz was silent after Florian said it.

The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, but Florian didn’t correct himself. He didn’t panic. He let it linger.

Because he wanted to know.

He wanted to know what went through Heinz’s mind—what his thought process was. Why had Heinz never once bothered to mention that the original Florian was pregnant? That he had kept a secret relationship with him? That, for God knows what reason, he would slip into Florian’s chambers at night as though he were everything to him, and then act like a stranger by day?

That Heinz had taken the original Florian’s love and devotion, and twisted it into something he could use?

Did he think Florian would have refused to cooperate if he’d known from the start just how despicable Heinz truly was?

If that was the case, he wouldn’t have.

He would have helped for the sake of returning home.

But to let himself get even somewhat close to Heinz?

Fuck, no.

How could someone—how could anyone—do that to a person who loved them? To someone they claimed they loved? 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"Why would you think about something that hasn’t happened?" Heinz’s voice finally broke the silence, laced with a false lightness that grated. "Do you think I’ll have you executed?"

Dismissive. Almost joking.

Florian’s frown carved deep as he turned toward him. "No. And it has happened, Your Majesty. I just had a dream about it again."

For the first time, Heinz’s expression faltered. A tiny twitch in his features, almost too quick to catch. Florian didn’t understand it. Maybe it was because of his tone—and so early in the... morning?

No. Night.

He hadn’t slept through to the next day.

Great.

Heinz’s brows furrowed. "Why?"

"I don’t know," Florian admitted, "but I do want to discuss a few things about it." He shifted, fully turning to face him.

But instead of meeting him halfway, Heinz pulled back.

Abruptly sitting up, swinging his legs over the bed, his back presented to Florian like a wall.

"There’s nothing to talk about," he said flatly, his voice clipped, refusing even to look at him.

Florian’s frown deepened. "The original Florian is bound to come back. Maybe... when I’m gone." He hesitated. "And I’m almost certain he remembers everything. Everything. Considering he’s probably the one showing me his memories."

"So?" Heinz’s voice came sharp, cold. "Why do you care so much about him?"

"You had him executed for stupid reasons!" Florian snapped, anger breaking through his restraint.

Heinz whipped around then, eyes burning red with fury. "Stupid reasons?! He—"

But he cut himself off, teeth clicking shut on the words.

Florian leaned forward, pushing, refusing to let go. "He what? Hm?" His voice rang out, sharp, challenging.

But Heinz said nothing.

Of course, he couldn’t.

All the original Florian had ever done was sleep with Hendrix—and Heinz’s anger over it, that consuming rage, had been nothing more than pettiness. A petty, vicious fury that the prince he’d been stringing along had turned instead to the brother he despised.

That was the truth.

Heinz dragged a hand down his face, through his hair, the movement strained and frustrated. "Go back to sleep," he muttered, turning away again. "We have a lot of work tomorrow. I have a lot of work to get back to. I need to rest."

Ha.

Since when did Heinz need to rest?

"As you wish, Your Majesty." Florian says, turning on the bed.

Heinz also went back to the bed, Florian felt the bed move. He couldn’t understand why Heinz was being so difficult.

This wasn’t the first time Florian had asked him about the original Florian and the execution, it just pisses Florian off that Heinz made it seem like the original Florian was the problem.

When, in fact, it was him!

Florian couldn’t do anything though, he couldn’t risk angering Heinz, so he just prepares himself to sleep again.

✧༺ ⏱︎ ༻✧

His Florian.

Dared to speak of the original Florian returning to take his place, as though Heinz hadn’t fought against everything—even himself—to keep this one.

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