Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 347

Chapter 347: ’Red Face’

"W-What..." Florian’s voice trembled, barely above a whisper. His throat felt dry, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t find the right words.

What could he even say? The story he’d just heard left him shaken—unsteady. It sounded like something out of a tragedy. Not something whispered so casually in the same room where it had happened.

He glanced at Heinz, whose face remained unreadable. Calm. Emotionless. That was perhaps the most disturbing part of it all.

’How can he talk about something like that without flinching? Without even blinking?’

The silence dragged. But Florian had to ask. He needed to know.

"What happened after you... jumped?"

Heinz’s eyes drifted away from him. Not aimlessly, but to a very specific spot—one Florian recognized. The corner of the room. That corner.

"My mother forgot to consider my Obsidian blood," Heinz said, his voice low and steady, like he was reading off a report. "I was much stronger than her physically. Though I still struggled to breathe as the noose tightened, I watched her die first."

He paused for a moment, then added, "Before I could fully lose consciousness, Delilah and the other ladies-in-waiting arrived. They cut me down in time."

A knot formed in Florian’s stomach. He raised a hand to his mouth, instinctively covering it. It wasn’t just shock. It was something deeper—revulsion, sorrow, and something dangerously close to sympathy.

’So... he survived. But only after watching his mother die—knowing she wanted them both to die together?’

Florian squeezed his eyes shut for a second, trying to suppress the growing ache in his chest. When he opened them again, Heinz still looked composed. Like this was nothing more than a childhood memory. Like it hadn’t nearly broken him.

Florian had always seen the king as something other. Unfeeling, powerful, and terrifying.

But now...

’He seems human.’

He was deeply, terrifyingly human.

’Anastasia... loved the king that much?’ Florian thought, bitterness creeping into his thoughts. He didn’t want to judge, but it was hard not to. ’She didn’t love Heinz... not fully. She loved the man who gave her Heinz. Heinz was just a symbol—a souvenir of a love she couldn’t have.’

And yet... Heinz didn’t see it that way.

He had spoken of her with reverence, with love. As if none of it had been wrong.

Florian swallowed hard.

’Didn’t he push the original Florian away because he reminded him of her?’

The thought hit harder than expected. It meant the scars she left ran deep—so deep that even now, Heinz was still living in the shadow of her choices.

"That’s odd."

The sudden voice startled Florian, but not as much as the sudden touch. Heinz had reached forward and gently pulled Florian’s hand away from his mouth, uncovering his expression.

Florian stared at him, eyes wide. "Your Majesty?" he said, trying to sound composed, but his voice still carried the tremor of uncertainty.

"Your expression," Heinz said quietly. "It’s odd."

"Odd?"

Heinz studied him. "You always look either annoyed or tired. You rarely smile genuinely. But it’s even rarer to see you upset like that."

Florian blinked, stunned.

’Do I look upset?’

Maybe he did. But could anyone blame him?

He scrambled to find an excuse, something neutral. "I’m not upset," he said quickly. "I just... feel unnerved knowing something like that happened in the room I’m staying in."

Heinz didn’t look convinced, but he chuckled softly anyway. The sound was low and strangely warm.

"If you want," he said, a teasing edge creeping into his tone, "you can stay in my room."

"No." Florian replied instantly, a bit too fast. His ears warmed. "Y-Your Majesty, you joke too much. Saying such a thing out loud..."

’Someone’s going to misunderstand him at some point.’ Especially, the real Florian.

Heinz’s chuckle deepened. "Hmm."

A moment passed before Heinz spoke again. "You don’t need to look so upset over that story."

’Is... that why he killed the previous king?’

’He did it... so his father could join his mother in the afterlife?’

The conversation had drifted far beyond the bounds of anything he was prepared for. And yet, there was still something he had to say, something resting on the edge of his tongue that he couldn’t leave unsaid.

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