Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 425

Chapter 425: ’Something...Good...’

For the next few hours, Florian lay in Heinz’s massive bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. His heart still couldn’t wrap itself around the conversations they’d shared.

’He enjoyed it? He ENJOYED it?’ The words echoed in his mind like a stubborn drumbeat.

No matter how hard he tried not to think about it, his thoughts inevitably drifted back—to him. To the man still in the room with him, silently sorting through papers, utterly composed.

Florian risked a glance, only to see Heinz seated near the fireplace, legs crossed, long dark hair spilling over one shoulder, his crimson eyes occasionally scanning the parchment in hand.

It was maddening.

Florian sighed and flopped back against the pillows, wincing at the dull ache still in his body. As much as he wanted to crawl back to his own room to hide from the awkwardness, he genuinely couldn’t move. His body refused.

Eventually, the silence became unbearable.

"Your Majesty?" he called, still staring at the ceiling.

"Mhm?" Heinz replied, the soft rustle of parchment ceasing.

Florian hesitated, gathering the courage. "What happened to Alexandria... and... the men who took me?"

His voice was careful, as if saying their names might summon the memories he was trying not to relive—grabbing hands, breath against his neck, rough touches—

He swallowed hard.

Heinz was quiet.

Then finally, in that same calm, clipped tone:

"Do you want the full truth, or the version you might prefer to hear?"

Florian turned his head and found Heinz already watching him.

"The full truth," he said, voice steady.

Heinz uncrossed his legs and ran a hand through his long hair, his expression unreadable.

"All the men—except their leader, Idris—were torn apart by Azure. He didn’t even wait for my command," Heinz said, his eyes narrowing slightly. "As for Idris and Alexandria... I personally had them tortured, dragged into the city square, stoned, and then publicly beheaded."

Florian’s eyes widened. "Oh."

He sank back into the pillows, stunned. "...Oh. That’s..."

"Does that upset you?" Heinz asked, watching him closely.

Florian shook his head slowly. "No. No, Your Majesty. That’s... a relief. Thank you."

And he meant it. If either of them had still been alive, he wasn’t sure he could’ve ever breathed easy again. The idea of facing them, even from a distance, made his skin crawl.

He was grateful.

Beyond grateful.

Justice wasn’t just served—it had been dragged screaming to the altar.

"Of course," Heinz replied simply.

The room fell quiet again.

And for the first time in a while, Florian felt something like peace settle into his chest. He closed his eyes, letting his thoughts float—until something sparked.

Something... good.

’Did he really forget?’

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