Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 314

Chapter 314: ’All Eyes On Florian’

Florian was in a daze, his breath caught in his throat as he looked at Alexandria.

She sat frozen, eyes wide and glistening. Her trembling fingers clutched at the fabric of her tea-soaked dress as if trying to stop the spread of the stain through sheer will. Her lips quivered, the corners threatening to fall. She was on the verge of tears—whether from the heat, the shock, or the overwhelming humiliation, Florian couldn’t tell.

But he knew one thing.

He’d done this. Even if it was an accident.

’Gods above, how did it all go wrong so fast?’

Delilah had already rushed to Alexandria’s side, dabbing at the front of her gown with a silk cloth that did absolutely nothing.

"A-Alexandria, I’m so sorry," Florian blurted, stepping forward with his hand half-raised in a desperate attempt to help—do something, fix something—but Delilah swiftly stepped between them, extending a hand like a barrier.

"Don’t come any closer," she said, her voice cold and cutting. "How could you do this, Your Highness?"

’What?’

Florian blinked at her, stunned, recoiling as though slapped.

"Excuse me? I-I didn’t do it on purpose!" he said, flustered, glancing around. His gaze caught on the other princesses watching from their seats—some with curiosity, others with veiled judgment. The dukes and their children were no better.

Alaric had a smirk curling at his lips. Alexandrius, predictably, looked delighted.

Florian’s stomach churned.

Elara’s expression was unreadable—her brows drawn tight in concern, but Florian wasn’t sure for whom. Was it Alexandria? Or him?

Cedric and Roland looked completely disinterested, almost bored. As if it were just another tiresome mishap at a long-winded event.

But it was Scarlett’s reaction that confused him.

She sat at the far end of the princesses’ line, hands clasped neatly in her lap, but her bright yellow eyes were narrowed—sharp, analyzing. Judging.

Delilah turned back toward him, her voice rising with righteous indignation.

"You’re saying you were so careless that you didn’t even see Princess Alexandria was drinking before you deliberately stood up and threw your hands around?" Her tone twisted the situation, drawing gasps from a few nobles nearby. "You should be thankful the tea wasn’t hot."

She gave a bitter scoff, crossing her arms. "My, and you do this in front of—"

"Delilah."

The sharpness of Heinz’s voice sliced clean through the room.

Both Delilah and Florian flinched. Even the harpists, who had finally resumed their music, abruptly stopped.

"Y-Your Majesty," Delilah stammered, lowering her head.

"Take Alexandria away," Heinz said, voice devoid of warmth. He didn’t ask if Alexandria was alright. He didn’t rush to comfort her. His eyes stayed on the room, on the tension.

On Florian.

Delilah hesitated. "But what about Prince Florian? Your Majesty, he—"

"I was looking at Florian before and during the incident," Heinz interrupted, gaze icy and voice unwavering. "He didn’t know. If anything, it was Alexandria’s fault for raising her cup prematurely, not looking at Florian who was about to stand."

Gasps rippled. Shocked murmurs followed. Delilah looked stricken.

Alexandria, cheeks flushed from embarrassment and eyes still glassy, quickly shook her head. "T-That’s right... Lady Delilah, Prince Florian didn’t mean it. I just... need a change of clothes."

Florian stepped forward again, softer this time. "I’m really sorry, Alexandria. Truly."

She didn’t look at him. Her voice was quiet, distant.

"It’s fine, Prince Florian. I just hope to be able to return soon."

Delilah helped her to her feet, and without another word—or another glance at Florian—guided her out of the hall. Their footsteps echoed, until the grand doors closed behind them with a final, resounding thud.

And then Florian was left, standing alone. Shame pooling in his chest like ice water.

’I’m glad her tea wasn’t hot,’ he thought, finally sitting back down and staring at his own cup—still steaming. ’Imagine if it had been...’

He lowered his gaze, refusing to meet the eyes that were surely still watching him.

Then came the voice he dreaded.

"Well," Alexandrius drawled, his voice far too smug, "that was entertaining."

"Father..." Alucard’s voice followed, a soft scolding under his breath. But the damage had been done.

Florian shut his eyes tightly.

Heinz, ever the composed monarch, stood once again. His voice was lighter this time, attempting to shift the air. "That matter is done. I apologize for that scene, but as the saying goes—no event is perfect. Something wrong is bound to happen."

It was out of character. Heinz didn’t apologize often. He didn’t smooth things over. But this time, he tried.

And unexpectedly, Scarlett gave a short laugh. It was elegant, dry, but not mocking.

"Right. It was quite something, Your Majesty."

Then came the chorus from the other princesses.

’Two mistakes,’ he thought bitterly. ’First Alexandrius. Now Alexandria. Heinz covered for me both times...’

’Why is he smirking?’ Florian thought, brows twitching subtly as he tried to make sense of the expression Heinz wore. It was suspicious—undeniably so—but then again, when was Heinz not suspicious?

No... not this time.

’God. It’s like the universe is trying to get Heinz mad at me,’ Florian mused dryly, trying to suppress the knot tightening in his stomach. ’But he didn’t bite. He never bites when it actually matters...’

"Well then," Duke Cedric’s voice rang through the silence that had settled, his tone far too casual. "Now that the whole fiasco is done, how about some conversation, no?"

’What is he planning to say?’

"Of course," Heinz replied smoothly, lifting his cup. His tone was unbothered, but his eyes had sharpened. Just a little.