Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 290

Chapter 290: ’Before The Announcement’

"You seem nervous, Your Highness," Cashew said softly, his voice pulling Florian from his spiraling thoughts.

Florian flinched, only just managing to mask it with a shaky breath.

Azure, with his small, shimmering blue wings and sleepy golden eyes, was curled up lazily on Florian’s lap, letting out a quiet yawn as he tilted his head up to peer at Florian, filled with pure, innocent curiosity.

It had been hours since Florian had left Heinz’s suffocating office—and a few more since an official summons had been delivered to the harem. The command was simple: gather at the Obsidian Throne Room. The King had an announcement.

And yet, Florian had been fidgeting ever since.

It wasn’t like usual, where summons demanded their immediate presence. No, this time, the command came early, followed by an eerie silence. A warning that someone would eventually come knocking at their doors to lead them to the throne room when it was "time."

A twisted anticipation.

’He knows I’m overthinking it. He’s doing it on purpose... drawing it out. But why? What game is he playing now?’ Florian thought bitterly, grumbling as he waved Cashew off, trying to act unaffected.

"It’s nothing," he lied, his voice hollow even to his own ears. "Sometimes, nothing good ever comes from being summoned by the King."

The dread coiled tighter in his chest, heavy and suffocating.

Cashew, ever gentle, lowered himself to his knees in front of Florian and rested his head carefully against his lap. His hands clutched lightly at Florian’s robe, almost as if trying to anchor him there.

"Do you have to go, Your Highness?" Cashew asked, his voice small, almost breaking.

Florian blinked, momentarily thrown by the rawness in the boy’s voice. But the answer was obvious, wasn’t it?

"Of course I do," he said, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. "He’s the King, Cashew. I can’t refuse."

And yet... deep down, a flicker of hesitation sparked.

Because Cashew wasn’t acting like he usually did. Ever since that strange man—the one who seemed determined to chase Florian through every shadowed hall—Cashew had changed.

Subtle. Gentle. But different.

Sometimes, Cashew would still laugh the same way, still tuck himself by Florian’s side like a loyal little brother—but other times... other times there was this quiet, desperate protectiveness in his eyes.

It was getting harder to ignore.

’The man triggered the original Florian’s memories... who’s to say he didn’t show Cashew something, too? Something like... my execution.’ Florian thought grimly, his hand coming to rest atop Cashew’s soft blond hair, fingers threading through it absentmindedly.

The answer was there, right in front of him.

He just didn’t know what to do with it yet.

He wanted to confront Cashew, to coax the truth out of him—to find out who that man was—but another part of him, a much softer, much weaker part, wanted to cling to the idea that this was all just a misunderstanding.

That Cashew was still just Cashew.

A low, disgruntled growl interrupted his thoughts.

Azure let out a small huff, clearly displeased that Cashew’s head was taking up most of the precious space on Florian’s lap.

Florian chuckled under his breath, giving a sheepish smile as he reached down to pet the little dragon’s head with his free hand.

’I used to think Cashew was like a younger brother... but looking at the two of them now, it just feels like I have two stubborn sons.’ Florian thought wryly, his chest warming despite the tightness that still sat heavy there.

’One’s a ferocious little dragon for some reason hopelessly attached to me, and the other is a boy who probably thinks he’s doing everything he can to save me.’

There it was again.

That ache.

That deep, gnawing guilt that refused to loosen its grip on him, no matter how much he tried to justify or ignore it.

It had started after he returned from the village—the first time he had allowed himself to realize that survival didn’t mean winning.

That even if he survived the plot, there were wounds left behind that weren’t his to carry.

He had been so desperate to live, to deviate from the novel’s cruel storylines, that he hadn’t stopped to think what it meant—to live in the original Florian’s place.

Now, he couldn’t unsee it.

Heinz, the terrifying king he once feared more than anything, was no longer a looming executioner over his head. The plot had splintered. His death wasn’t inevitable anymore.

And yet... the guilt grew heavier.

Because everything—the affection, the loyalty, even the soft protectiveness Cashew and Azure showed—none of it was his.

He was just the imposter who wore Florian’s face, his voice, his body.

’Florian never even got to meet Azure. And Cashew... Cashew cared about Florian in the novel too, but he was nothing more than a shadow, someone Florian never truly saw.’

In the novel, Cashew had only been able to cry when Florian was dragged to his execution, powerless and forgotten.

Now?

Of course he remembered.It felt like a lifetime ago now—those desperate, shaky days when he first stumbled into this world. When nothing made sense, when fear gnawed at his sanity like a persistent tide, and escape was all he could think about. Before he knew what Heinz was capable of. Before he learned that maybe, just maybe, he could survive here long enough to find a way home.

’Why is he taking so long? What is he so scared of?’ Florian thought, the tension winding in his chest like a tightening rope.

’What...?’ His mind blanked, a rush of static filling his ears. ’What is he talking about?’

He opened his mouth to ask—How? What way? What do you mean?—but the words never made it out.