Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7: 'I'm...in my Sister's BL Novel?!'

'How could this happen to me?'

The man towering over him—Heinz—stared down with eyes that seemed to pierce straight through Florian's soul. His imposing figure was clad in regal armor, adorned with intricate black and silver detailing.

A flowing black cape billowed slightly behind him, giving him an almost otherworldly air of authority. Long, jet-black hair framed his sharp features, cascading forward as he leaned down, one hand gripping Florian's hair firmly, forcing him to meet his gaze.

"Florian, tell me." Heinz spoke, his voice deep and commanding, like a blade cutting through the silence.

"Are you a king?"

"H-Huh?" Florian managed a weak, trembling sound. The question threw him off, but the fear gripping his chest left him unable to think clearly. He knew, without a doubt, that this man was the same character from the novel. The one who wouldn't hesitate to kill him if he said the wrong thing.

Heinz's sharp gaze narrowed. "Since you and I were the only ones not bowing, I'll ask again. Are you a king?"

"N-No," Florian stammered, his voice quivering. His entire body felt small and fragile under Heinz's intense scrutiny. He could feel tears threatening to form, though he wasn't sure if it was the body's emotions or his own. Either way, the humiliation and fear were overwhelming.

"Is that so?" Heinz continued, his tone cold and calculated. "Then, do you know who the king is?"

"You?" Florian answered meekly, barely above a whisper.

"Yes. And who am I?"

This was the moment of truth. The confirmation he dreaded.

"K-King Heinz Obsidian," Florian stuttered, the words tasting bitter on his tongue.

'Please deny it. Please say no. Please let it not be you.'

"That's right," Heinz said, his tone as cutting as ever. His crimson eyes flashed with something Florian couldn't quite place—a mix of disdain and curiosity. But Florian was too busy panicking to analyze it. His blood ran cold as the truth settled like a stone in his gut.

'Fuck. That means I'm in my sister's BL novel... And not just that—I'm the fucking main character.'

"I should punish you for your insolence—" Heinz began, his grip on Florian's hair tightening again.

"Your Majesty, forgive me for overstepping."

Lucius's calm, steady voice cut through the tension like a lifeline. Florian blinked as the silver-haired man appeared at Heinz's side, bowing slightly as he placed a hand on the king's back.

"What?" Heinz snapped, his voice sharp enough to make both Florian and Lucius flinch. Florian's mind reeled. In the novel, Heinz was typically indifferent, rarely showing such overt emotion unless provoked. This anger felt... off.

'This isn't quite how I remember it,' Florian thought, panic mixing with confusion. 'But then again there's bound to be a difference between what Kaz wrote and my new reality.'

Lucius didn't falter, maintaining his composed demeanor. "Prince Florian had an accident yesterday, Your Majesty. He struck his head, and when he awoke, the doctor reported signs of confusion. I believe he is still recovering. Perhaps it would be wise to show leniency."

Heinz's crimson gaze flicked to Lucius, then back to Florian. For a brief moment, something like hesitation—or maybe curiosity—flickered across his face. "An accident?" he echoed.

"Yes, sire," Lucius affirmed smoothly. "It would not reflect well on the crown if the prince were further harmed."

Slowly, Heinz's grip loosened. Florian's scalp ached as the tension eased, but he didn't waste a second. Bowing his head low, he forced himself to steady his voice, despite the tremor that lingered in his chest.

"M-My apologies, Your Majesty," Florian said, carefully choosing his words. "Please forgive my mistake. As Lucius mentioned, the accident has left me... hazy." He did his best to mimic the royal tone he remembered writing, trying to channel what little knowledge he had of this world.

For a moment, Heinz stood still, his expression unreadable. Then, with a dismissive "Whatever," he fully released Florian and strode past him, his cape billowing as he moved toward the towering throne at the far end of the room.

'Thank God,' Florian thought, exhaling a shaky breath of relief.

As Heinz's imposing figure receded, Florian glanced up at Lucius, who was already watching him intently. For the first time since he arrived in this nightmare, Florian allowed himself a small, grateful smile. "Thank you, Lucius," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Lucius blinked, momentarily taken aback. A faint flush crept over his cheeks as he quickly turned away. "I only spoke the truth," he murmured before retreating into the shadows.

Florian's expression turned serious as he watched Heinz ascend the steps to the massive throne, the sheer weight of his presence suffocating the room. As the king seated himself, the princesses and Florian remained kneeling, heads bowed.

'So this is him,' Florian thought grimly, his eyes flickering to Heinz. 'Kaz went out of her way to make him a complete asshole, but not this kind of asshole.'

Once Heinz was seated, Scarlett dared to lift her gaze. Her lips curved into a coy smile as she purred, "Your Majesty, you look even more handsome today than the last time I saw you."

Scarlett's flirty voice lingered in the air, and, as if on cue, Camilla chimed in with a bright smile. "She's absolutely right, Your Majesty. Your presence is simply dazzling today."

Her voice was soft, melodic, and purposefully calculated, a stark contrast to Scarlett's more forward approach. Florian observed as Camilla's head remained slightly bowed, her lashes fluttering demurely.

Heinz didn't respond immediately, his piercing red eyes scanning the room, settling momentarily on each of the women still kneeling before him.

'He's staring at them like they're prey,' Florian thought, suppressing a shiver.

Yet, there was always an underlying detachment to his behavior—a predator's instinct to keep others at arm's length. Florian remembered this aspect of Heinz well. He also remembered how the main character, Florian—the original Florian—had fallen head over heels for him.

'I don't have to worry about that,' Florian reassured himself. 'I'm straight. No way am I sleeping with men, even if I'm stuck in this ridiculous situation.'

But a sinking feeling nagged at the back of his mind. Lucius's earlier words echoed in his ears: "You've already been in the harem for a month."

'Great. Just great. Not only am I in a BL novel, but I've apparently been acting like a shameless flirt before I got here.' Florian clenched his fists, desperately trying to steady his spiraling thoughts. He needed a plan, and fast. Maybe there was still a way to fix things. Maybe he could find a way back to his world.

'Or maybe I'm just dead and this is some kind of purgatory. Or maybe I'm in a coma, and none of this is real. There's no way to know for sure.' _{freēwēbηovel.c૦m}

"Florian," Heinz's voice cut through the room like ice.

'Why'd he call my name like that and then not say anything else?' Florian quickly lowered his gaze, unwilling to hold eye contact.

After a tense silence, Heinz straightened in his seat, his voice cutting through the room again. "The reason I called you all here so suddenly," he began, his tone cold and authoritative, "is because I have an important announcement."

Florian blinked, confused. 'An announcement?' His mind raced. He couldn't remember this from the novel. Then again, there were plenty of gaps in his memory.

Heinz leaned forward slightly, his gaze sweeping over the room. "I have been thinking," he said, his voice slow and deliberate, "that I cannot truly call myself a king without a queen."