Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1: ‘Prologue’

"By the order of His Majesty, the great king of the Concordia Kingdom..."

'Why did this happen?'

"You, Prince Florian Thornfield, are being accused of the crimes of adultery and treason against the nation's crown."

'I did not mean any harm...'

"How do you plead?"

'Does it even matter what I say?'

"...Not guilty," Florian whispered, his voice barely audible as he kept his head bowed. "But that doesn't really matter, does it? I'll be beheaded either way."

The herald paused for a moment before responding, his tone calm yet chilling. "Yes."

Of course. Florian was already bound, kneeling before the citizens of the capital outside the grand Diamond Palace. His eyes, dull and lifeless, stared at the cobblestone ground as the crowd murmured. _{ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom}

"What did he expect? Seducing the king's younger brother... how shameful."

'I didn't mean to.'

"I heard he even tried seducing the king himself."

'I just wanted him to look at me—just once.'

"What a disgusting excuse for a man."

'....'

"He's barely a man. I mean, look at him!"

'....'

"He pleads not guilty? What a bastard."

'....'

"Poor Prince Hendrix. He was beheaded all because of this evil vixen."

'I begged him not to kill Hendrix. I told him it was all my fault, but he didn't listen.'

"Executioner, place this man under the guillotine," the herald commanded.

Cheers erupted, deafening and cruel. Florian's stomach churned at the sound. Were they truly this joyous about his death? Why? He couldn't comprehend it. Yes, he was different—an anomaly due to his biology and gender—but to wish for his death so fervently?

He hadn't even been granted a fair trial, yet no one questioned it.

Well, even if they had, they wouldn't dare defy the word of the great king.

The great and mighty King Heinz Obsidian—the man who murdered his own father to claim the throne at just eighteen. Feared across all kingdoms, guarded by a fierce blue dragon, the only one of its kind.

The man Florian had loved with every fiber of his being.

The cold steel of the guillotine pressed against his neck, and Florian shivered as he lay bound and helpless. His once-defiant eyes were now clouded with sorrow.

The herald's voice echoed through the courtyard, silencing the crowd. "Prince Florian Thornfield, by the order of His Majesty, the great king of the Concordia Kingdom, you are sentenced to death. May your fate serve as a warning to all who would dare defy the crown."

Florian's gaze swept across the gathered faces, lingering on those who had mattered to him.

His servant, Cashew, was openly sobbing, his trembling hands clutching the hem of his shirt as though holding himself back from rushing to the stage. Florian had ordered him not to intervene, and Cashew, loyal to the end, obeyed.

Then there were Lucius and Lancelot—the two men who had vied for his heart. They stood together, for once, their usual rivalry set aside. Despair filled their eyes as they watched helplessly. Florian wondered why he hadn't chosen either of them to love instead of Heinz.

'I wonder if my family even knows... My sister... I haven't seen her in months.'

Regrets clawed at him. They would never leave him now. He would die carrying them all.

If only he had stopped earlier. If only he had stopped loving Heinz.

"Your Majesty," the herald called, his voice cutting through Florian's thoughts.

Florian flinched. He didn't want to look at Heinz, who sat on his gilded throne above the crowd. The king's gaze wandered everywhere but toward Florian, even now.

Flanking him were the princesses—those who basked in Heinz's affection and looked down on Florian with contempt. Some wore masks of indifference; others watched the scene unfold with poorly veiled glee.

"I have nothing more to say to him. Proceed with the execution," Heinz said coldly, his tone devoid of emotion.

Florian's chest tightened, but instead of despair, a sudden burst of laughter escaped him. It was loud and manic, startling the crowd into silence.

Gasps rippled through the onlookers. Some stared in horror; others in confusion. The princesses exchanged uneasy glances.

"Is something funny?" the herald demanded, visibly disturbed by the prince's behavior.

Florian ignored him, his laughter fading into soft chuckles. His eyes locked on Heinz—always on Heinz. Even now, the king refused to look at him.

"My dearest Heinz, I loved you. From the moment I saw you, I gave you my heart—even when you didn't want it. I endured every rejection, every cruel word, just to stay by your side. I would rather have suffered with you than lived without you. But now..."

"If I could have one wish, it would be to have never loved you at all. Maybe then, we both could have been happy."

Florian Thornfield was no more.

"Do I really have to spell it out? You know what, fine." Aden grabbed the tablet again, navigating back to the cover of Kaz's novel. He turned the screen toward her, showcasing a provocative image of a barely clothed young man surrounded by four hands.

Aden closed his eyes briefly, resisting the urge to slap his forehead. Instead, he took a calming breath. "This entire novel is smut. Pure, unadulterated, boy-on-boy smut. It's about a depressed boy with unrequited love, sleeping with two other boys who love him but whom he doesn't love back."

"And...?"

"Okay, an—"