Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 294

Chapter 294: ’WHAT? WHAT? WHAT?’

What?

What?

What?

WHAT? WHAT? WHAT?!

WHAT THE FUCK?!

"Y-Your Majesty, that is not a good joke," Florian said, his voice cracking under the weight of disbelief. His body trembled visibly, a mixture of shock, confusion, and something dangerously close to fear tightening every muscle.

Azure, perched on his shoulder, chirped softly in concern, its tiny claws digging gently into his jacket as Florian took a shaky step closer to the throne. Heinz, in contrast, sat regal and composed, fingers elegantly resting on the carved armrest, an amused gleam in his eyes like a wolf watching its prey fumble toward a trap.

That bastard.

"I am not joking," Heinz said coolly, toying with a strand of his long silver hair, twisting it with slow precision between two fingers. "This isn’t something I’m taking lightly."

He lifted his gaze, sharp and unwavering.

"Florian, despite being male, you possess the rare ability to bear children. That alone makes you eligible to produce an heir. And that—" he leaned forward slightly, as if sharing a secret with the room, "—makes you valuable."

’Ha. Valuable? If so, why did you push the original Florian away?’

Florian’s stomach twisted. His legs felt like jelly. "B-But... your majesty wasn’t interested in me before," he whispered, his tone almost pleading, eyes wide and uncertain.

’I really don’t understand. Why is he doing this?! Is this part of his plan? Or is he just toying with me for fun?!’ Florian bit down on his bottom lip, forcing himself not to glance at the sea of stunned expressions around him.

Heinz exhaled through his nose, unbothered. "Because I believed you wouldn’t be able to contribute as queen. Let’s be honest—every one of the princesses here has been groomed and trained for the role their entire lives. You, Florian, are a male from a foreign matriarchal territory, and the youngest of your family. You received little to no formal education on ruling a kingdom. You were... an afterthought."

He didn’t even flinch when he said it. Like it was nothing.

’Was that really it? That was the reason he pushed Florian back then?’ Florian’s heart pounded harder. ’No... back then it was because Heinz wasn’t even interested in men. He made that perfectly clear.’

But Heinz was still not interested in men.

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"But... Your Majesty," Bridget interjected suddenly, ever composed, her intelligence cutting through the haze like ice water, "if you acknowledged him and made him eligible due to his contributions and the fact that he’ll represent you at the summit... doesn’t that already place him at an unfair advantage?"

The room turned toward her.

Bridget’s voice remained calm but firm. "Not only that, he was the one who helped assess the other candidates. That means he knows exactly what traits you’re looking for. Isn’t that essentially handing him the crown?"

Mira stepped forward as well, arms crossed. "I agree. Isn’t this already an answer? You want him to be queen. That’s what this is."

Then came another voice—gentler, but no less piercing. "I... I also agree, Your Majesty," Alexandria said, voice quiet but trembling slightly with something Florian didn’t dare name.

Florian’s breath caught.

’Alexandria... I hope she doesn’t misunderstand. We were finally becoming friends... I don’t want to lose that. I never wanted this.’ His chest ached as he stared at the floor, afraid of the looks he was surely receiving now.

But then—something even more surprising.

"I want to hear this out," came Scarlett’s voice, clear and calm, yet tinged with quiet purpose. "There must be a reason His Majesty announced this. I believe we should listen further."

Florian’s head snapped up.

’Scarlett? Of all people?’ She’d never once hidden her disdain for her competitors or its politics. But then again, he wanted to leave, to return to her homeland and never look back.

Maybe that was it.

’She probably thinks once Heinz names a queen, the rest of them will be dismissed and allowed to return home...’ Still, to hear her speak in defense of him—even a little—was jarring.

Heinz smiled, ever the strategist. "Thank you, Scarlett."

He stood then, graceful as ever, and addressed the room. "To keep things fair..." He gestured broadly to the group of stunned princesses. "Each of you will come up with a test for Florian during the summit. A task that will help you decide whether or not he deserves to be eligible. Like how he tested all of you."

A hush fell over the chamber.

"You will each vote afterward. Decide for yourselves whether he should be a candidate."

Florian’s breath hitched.

So it wasn’t decided after all. His eligibility would be in their hands.

’That’s... that’s fine, right? Of course they won’t want me as queen. They’ve never seen me as competition anyway... right?’

"But," Heinz added, his voice darkening just slightly, his gaze razor-sharp, "you must be fair. While Florian has indeed proven himself in some ways, he still lacks the formal education and experience. If you think yourselves unprepared, he is equally lacking. From where I stand... you are all still equals."

He crossed his arms, his expression unreadable but undeniably commanding.

"This will also test your integrity," he said quietly. "Each of you."

Florian’s eyes widened. His final realization.

’So that’s what this is? This isn’t even a test for me... it’s still a test for them?’

Realization crashed over him like a wave.

’Heinz wants to see if they’ll play fair—or if they’ll sabotage me. And if they do, it’ll say more about them than it ever could about me. He’s fanning the rumors. The throne room appearances. He wants them to see me as a threat.’

Florian stepped back, his hand flying to his mouth. His breathing quickened. The pieces were clicking into place, and the picture they formed was terrifying.

’Heinz is so fucking scary...’

The king glanced over at him then, catching his eye—and the smirk that curved across his face was smug, knowing... and dangerous.

Then he turned back to the princesses, perfectly at ease.

Heinz let the silence stretch, unbothered by the weight it pressed into the room. His eyes slowly swept across the assembled princesses, each one still frozen in place—stiff-backed, expressionless, breath caught in their throats. The air itself was thick, heavy with the scent of tension, perfume, and politics.

Then, with maddening calm, he asked, "Do you all agree to this arrangement?"

The words echoed like a bell tolling at the end of something sacred.

A few of the princesses exchanged glances—sideways, uncertain, searching each other’s faces for signs of resistance or agreement. But no one dared speak first. No one wanted to be the fool who refused the king.

Then, slowly, one by one, they began to nod.

Reluctantly.

As if the nods had been wrenched from them.

Bridget’s fingers tightened around the folds of her dress. Mira exhaled through her nose, jaw clenched. Alexandria kept her head down. Scarlett’s gaze lingered on Heinz for just a moment longer than the others, but even she finally gave the smallest dip of her head.

’Do I have a choice?’

’What the fuck—did he just... answer me?’

"Wonderful."