Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 268

Chapter 268: ’Ask Your Questions’

"Now that I’m done measuring you," Drizelous said with a wide, almost mischievous grin. "It’s time for a little interview."

Florian narrowed his eyes, the corners of his mouth twitching in annoyance. "You did more than just measuring. What in the world was that?"

He had been measured before. Tailors typically wrapped a measuring tape around his neck, arms, chest, and called it a day. Quick. Efficient.

But this?

Drizelous had spent the last forty minutes poking, prodding, adjusting his posture, scribbling things down in a tiny notebook, and using a range of odd instruments Florian was almost certain were never meant to be used for tailoring.

There had been a ruler shaped like a crescent moon. Something that buzzed. Something that clicked.

At one point, Florian was fairly certain Drizelous had whispered to the fabric of his tunic.

’He’s measuring me like I’m a damn artifact from a lost civilization,’ Florian thought bitterly, trying not to roll his shoulders. ’Not a human. A museum piece.’

He hadn’t moved from his spot for nearly an hour. His back ached. His legs were stiff. His dignity? Possibly bruised.

Drizelous, meanwhile, looked completely unbothered—pleased, even—as he clapped his hands together like a chef admiring the prep work for a feast.

"Your Highness," he said, smirking like the world was his runway, "I’m called the best for a reason."

Drizelous gestured grandly toward a desk tucked into the corner of his workshop—though calling it a "desk" was generous. It looked more like the consultation nook of a particularly eccentric apothecary. Sketches were stacked in clean, color-coded piles. Thread spools sat in graduated gradients like alchemical ingredients.

A few rune-lights hovered above, casting warm, pulsing glows in shades of amber and violet. There was even a crystal decanter filled with something suspiciously pink, which glimmered ominously under the rune-light.

"Come, come. Sit, Your Highness." Drizelous said, sweeping around the other side and dropping into a high-backed chair with the effortless poise of someone about to deliver life-changing news—or diagnose a personality flaw. "Your interview awaits."

Florian hesitated, eyeing the setup like it might start talking.

’This feels less like a fitting and more like a therapy session hosted by someone who argues with their scissors.’

Still, he moved stiffly across the room and lowered himself into the chair opposite, back straight, arms crossed. Guarded.

Drizelous didn’t seem the least bit deterred. He pulled out a fresh page in his little notebook and uncapped a pen with an unnecessary amount of flair.

"Alright, first question."

Florian blinked, caught off guard. "There’s multiple questions?"

Drizelous didn’t even look up. "What is your relationship with His Majesty, the King?"

Florian stared. "...Pardon?"

"You heard me." Drizelous leaned in slightly, eyes gleaming with curiosity that bordered on intrusive. "Would you describe your connection as amicable? Professional? Perhaps... playful?"

’Is he serious?’

Florian opened his mouth. Then closed it again. Then frowned. "What does that have to do with an outfit?"

Drizelous made a noise halfway between a gasp and a scoff—like Florian had just insulted his entire bloodline. "Everything, darling."

Florian stiffened. "...Darling?"

"You’re deflecting," Drizelous said sweetly, tapping his pen to the page. "Now answer the question."

"I—" Florian exhaled slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose as if warding off a headache. "We’re working together. For the Summit. He trusts me. I think. And I try not to disappoint him."

"Hmm. So amicable with a hint of admiration. Possibly unspoken yearning."

"What? No!"

Drizelous chuckled under his breath, scribbling something down. _{freēwebnovel.com}

’This man’s brain is a fashion cult and I’ve been unwillingly inducted.’

He laughed—low, velvet-wrapped, and just a touch cruel. "Princess Alexandria, for example. Oh, she adores my designs. Has her maids line up before dawn whenever I release a new collection."

Florian stiffened. "Alexandria? The Alexandria?"

’She’s much more in love than I thought.’

Drizelous looked up again, and this time, he truly saw him. Not just the shape of him or the way he sat or dressed—but something deeper. Something Florian had gotten used to hiding.