Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 416

Chapter 416: ’I’d Come For You.’

"Your Majesty? Are you alright?" Afton’s voice was calm and measured, but it pierced through the fog in Heinz’s mind like a thread pulling him back to the present.

But Heinz didn’t answer. He simply stared at the ceiling.

’Why does everything feel so heavy now...?’

Now that he was back in his own body, it was like the weight of everything he had just seen had finally settled on him. His limbs felt too grounded to move, his breath too slow, too deliberate.

He could hear voices, feel the presence of several people around him, but he didn’t dare react yet—not until he could trust himself to say the right thing.

"Were you able to speak with his highness?" Afton asked, still composed despite Heinz’s silence.

"Why isn’t he moving?" Lucius muttered from nearby, concern laced beneath a layer of wariness.

"He’s adjusting," Afton replied simply.

And he was.

But not to the spell, not to disorientation from a magical procedure.

No—he was adjusting to Florian.

To everything he’d said. To everything he was.

Heinz’s fingers twitched slightly.

He’d found some control again.

’I can move. I should speak now, and get this over wit—’

"Your Highness!"

Cashew’s tearful voice cut through the quiet tension in the room like a crash of thunder.

Heinz instantly turned his head to the prince beside him.

Florian moved.

His eyes flew open and he jerked upright, gasping for air like someone pulled out from underwater.

"AH!" He clutched at the sheets, eyes wide as he looked around in panic. "W-What... What... Where...?"

His voice trembled, his gaze darting between unfamiliar faces.

Heinz sat up beside him quickly, hand still locked with Florian’s, grounding him.

"Florian," he called softly.

Florian’s green eyes found his, full of confusion and alarm.

"Y-Your Majesty...? Where... am I? Who... are these... Cashew?"

The words stumbled out of his mouth, fragmented but familiar—aware.

He recognized Cashew.

That was enough.

Cashew sobbed quietly from the side, overwhelmed. "Your Highness!" he cried out again, stepping forward cautiously, unsure if he should approach.

"Kraa..." Azure croaked gently from Cashew’s arms, sensing Florian’s fear.

Florian blinked, his brows furrowed in concern. "Cashew... why are you crying...?" he asked gently, slowly reaching out his hand toward him.

A full sentence.

Cashew’s eyes lit up as he rushed forward, embracing Florian tightly. "Your Highness, you’re back!" he wept.

"I’m back...?" Florian repeated, his voice laced with confusion.

Heinz watched the scene quietly, a rush of emotion he wasn’t ready to deal with clawing at his chest. But now wasn’t the time.

He looked around the room.

"Everyone in this room except for Florian. Leave." His voice was firm—commanding. "That includes you, Cashew. I need to speak with Florian alone."

Florian turned to him, startled. "Your Majesty...?" He then looked down and finally noticed their hands—intertwined tightly.

His eyes widened. "Wha—" He tried to pull away, but Heinz’s grip only tightened.

"Stay," Heinz murmured.

Cashew hesitated, eyes flickering between the two. It was clear he wanted to speak—to protest—but instead, he quietly nodded. Heinz had brought Florian back. He wouldn’t question that.

Lucius moved toward Afton and nodded. "Come. His Majesty will speak with you later."

Afton adjusted his coat and bowed slightly. "Of course."

"Lysander, go with them. Guard the door." Heinz added without looking.

"Yes, Your Majesty," Lysander responded crisply and turned to follow Afton and Lucius out.

"Your Highness," Lancelot said, stepping closer, offering a warm, uncharacteristically gentle smile. "Welcome back."

Lucius gave a stiff nod, though his golden eyes were softer than usual. "It’s good to have you back."

Florian looked at them in confusion but said nothing as they turned and exited the room.

"Cashew," Heinz called, not unkindly. "Take Azure and wait in Florian’s room. I’ll send for you later."

Cashew looked torn for a moment, but then nodded. "Come on, Azure," he whispered, hugging Florian one last time before pulling away.

Azure nuzzled against Florian’s chest before leaping back into Cashew’s arms.

"See you soon, Your Highness," the boy said softly.

Florian looked at him with a still-confused expression, but managed a faint nod.

This was Florian—his Florian.

’It’s really him...’

’Just like the real Florian said... he forgot. Or maybe... he’s trying to forget.’

There was a few seconds of silence.

’Everything’s starting to sink in.’

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