Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11: 'How To Escape This BL Novel's Plot'

"Hmm." Florian tapped the quill against the edge of the parchment, his brows furrowed in deep thought. The words weren't coming easily, and his mind kept circling back to the conversation he'd had with Cashew just moments ago.

As expected, his loyal servant had been utterly floored by what he said.

"Pardon...you don't love His Majesty anymore?" Cashew's voice trembled, his wide purple eyes filled with disbelief. "But..."

'Time to use the accident card again.' Florian let out a quiet sigh, channeling every ounce of drama club experience he'd accumulated over the years. He placed a hand dramatically over his heart, tilting his head just enough to look like he was carrying the weight of unrequited love.

"After my accident from trying to get His Majesty's attention..." he began, his voice low and sorrowful.

'Thank you, Scarlett, for bringing that up earlier, or I wouldn't have remembered to use it.'

"I realized..." Florian paused, glancing upward for maximum theatrical effect. "I realized that he will never truly love me back." He forced a tear to slide down his cheek, letting it glisten in the soft light of the room.

Cashew gasped audibly, his hands flying to his mouth. "Y-Your Highness!" Without hesitation, he grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket and rushed to Florian's side, gently dabbing at the tear with such care that it nearly made Florian laugh. "Please... please don't cry..."

Grasping the handkerchief, Florian dabbed at his eyes, biting back a grin as pride swelled in his chest. 'Damn, I'm good at this. Someone should've cast me in a drama series.'

"Thank you, Cashew," Florian murmured, his voice quivering as he pushed the moment to its emotional peak. He let out a deep, dramatic sigh before continuing, "His Majesty announced that he intends to look for a wife... a wife."

He placed extra emphasis on the word, letting it linger as though it physically pained him to say it. "I realized... I never stood a chance."

"That's..." Cashew faltered, his expression heartbreakingly sympathetic.

"We both know it's true, Cashew," Florian interrupted, his voice low but steady. "But don't worry. I have a new goal now." He met Cashew's gaze, his tone suddenly resolute. "I'm hoping you'll still help me and remain by my side to achieve it."

Cashew's eyes widened, shimmering with unshed tears. Without hesitation, he knelt beside Florian's chair, his small hands clasped tightly in front of him. "O-Of course, Your Highness! I'll do anything for you! You can leave everything to me!"

The shift in Florian's demeanor was immediate. He straightened his back, his dramatic facade slipping into something more serious. His gaze softened as he looked down at the boy.

"I want to go home."

The conversation replayed in Florian's mind as he tapped the quill once more, the ink pooling slightly at the edge of the parchment. For Cashew, his vague wording probably made it seem like he simply wanted to return to his kingdom.

After all, it made sense for Florian to miss his homeland, especially with the humiliation he faced daily in Concordia.

But for Florian—Aden—the meaning was far deeper. He didn't just want to return to Florian's kingdom. He wanted to find a way to return to his world, to his old life, to his sister, Kaz.

'Some kind of divine interference or magic got me into this mess,' Florian thought, his jaw tightening. 'There has to be a way out of it.'

'Even if the odds are slim, I'll take my chances. There's no way I'm dying again, and if I do end up surviving I'm not spending the rest of my life as part of a harem.'

'At least I've already started working on this,' he thought, reflecting on his earlier interactions with Lucius. Sure, there had been some awkward moments—okay, maybe a lot of awkward moments—but he had successfully drawn a line in the sand. For now.

'Lucius seems wary, but it's manageable. One down, one to go,' Florian thought grimly as he tapped the quill against his chin.