Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 238

Chapter 238: ’Cashew, come here.’

"I’ll help you get down," Heinz whispered behind him, his voice low—too close.

The warmth of his breath ghosted against Florian’s ear, sending an involuntary shiver down his spine. His body tensed before he could stop it, fingers tightening against Azure’s scales. The dragon beneath him let out a low rumble, shifting slightly, as if sensing his unease.

Florian turned his head slightly, catching the edge of Heinz’s gaze—intense, unwavering—and quickly looked away. His eyes darted toward Cashew.

Only to freeze.

Cashew was still staring at Heinz, his small hands balled into fists, his expression dark and unreadable.

A strange knot of unease curled in Florian’s chest. He swallowed.

"O-Oh, right... That’s fine, Your Majesty." His voice came out uneven, and he mentally cursed himself for it. The moment stretched, thick and suffocating.

However—

"Your Highness, you are in front of His Majesty. It might be difficult for him to dismount with you in the way."

Lucius’s smooth, composed voice sliced through the moment. Florian turned just in time to see the man step forward, exuding an effortless air of control. His golden eyes locked onto Florian, unwavering, as he extended a gloved hand toward him—steady, confident, expectant.

’Eh?’

Before Florian could even process what was happening, another presence moved beside Lucius.

Lancelot.

The commander approached with his usual self-assurance, broad-shouldered and imposing, his orange eyes glinting with something unreadable. Without hesitation, he too held out his hand.

Two hands. Two choices.

Both reaching for him.

In front of the king.

’Are they crazy?!’

Florian’s pulse stuttered, a wave of unease crashing into him. To an outsider, it might seem like a simple gesture—helping a prince down from a dragon. Nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing worth staring at.

But he knew better.

He knew the unspoken weight behind their actions, the meaning woven into their gazes.

And Heinz—Heinz knew it, too.

The king stood just behind him, silent but present, watching. He knew Lucius and Lancelot’s feelings for him. Well... not for him, but for the original Florian.

Florian exhaled sharply through his nose, gripping Azure’s smooth scales like a lifeline.

It was embarrassing. Too much attention. Too much tension. He could feel the weight of their expectations pressing down on him, suffocating. But rejecting them outright would only make things worse.

His fingers twitched.

Reluctantly, he glanced at Heinz.

And that was his mistake.

Heinz wasn’t looking at Lucius. He wasn’t looking at Lancelot.

He was looking at him.

Something flickered behind his golden gaze, something unreadable—too deep, too steady.

Florian’s stomach twisted, a sharp heat creeping up his neck.

’Wait... Why am I even glancing at him? It’s not like I need his permission. It’s not like I care if he gets upset—’

His nose scrunched slightly in irritation. Damn it.

There was no point in hesitating.

"Alright," he muttered, reaching out. _{freēwēbnovel.com}

And instead of choosing, he took both of their hands.

Their fingers curled around his, firm and unwavering.

Lucius’s grip was cool, composed, like the man himself—steady but unreadable. Lancelot’s was warmer, rougher, strong enough that Florian could feel the quiet restraint beneath it, the effort to keep his strength in check.

With their combined support, Florian pushed off from Azure’s back and jumped.

He landed with ease, the transition smooth—effortless.

Because they made sure of it.

"Thank you." He exhaled, glancing up at them.

Lucius and Lancelot didn’t let go immediately. Their gazes lingered, unreadable, filled with something Florian wasn’t sure he wanted to name.

And from the corner of his eye, he caught movement—

"Your Highness, how was the—"

"His Majesty has a lot to tell you, and I am sure he wants to know what you’ve found. Please go speak with him right away." Florian cut in swiftly, waving at them dismissively before they could press further.

"Oh."

’Now that’s the Cashew I know.’

’He’s hesitating.’ Florian thought, sighing but smiling. ’Nope, no.’ He wasn’t going to let that doubt linger.

And Cashew needed to know that.