Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 408

Chapter 408: ’Safe With Me.’

Two days had passed since Delilah’s death.

Two days since Florian had been taken—torn from safety, from everyone who cared for him.

And in those two days, everything inside the Diamond Palace had changed.

Everything inside Heinz had changed.

Alexandria and Idris had been publicly executed the morning after Florian woke up.

Stoned—then beheaded.

Heinz didn’t attend. He didn’t need to.

He had made sure the other princesses were forced to watch, their eyes trained on what happened to a traitor—what happened to anyone who touched Florian.

Let them tremble.

Let them remember.

Let it etch into their memories.

’Try him, and you’ll follow her.’

Lucius had taken on the mountain of political consequences. After all, Alexandria wasn’t just a criminal.

She was a princess from Sanctus Regnum. And now, she was dead.

Killed by Heinz.

Tensions rose instantly between Concordia and Sanctus Regnum. And though Lucius was doing all he could to smooth things over...

Heinz wasn’t worried.

If war came, it would be nothing but a massacre. Concordia didn’t lose wars. And Heinz didn’t spare lives.

He was ready.

But for now, Sanctus Regnum remained silent.

Whether from fear or calculation, he didn’t care.

Delilah, too, had been laid to rest.

By Drizelous’ request, Heinz gave her a proper burial—silent, respectful.

Despite everything, she had raised him. Protected him. Even if she’d made mistakes.

He could at least give her that much.

The Diamond Palace itself had undergone sweeping reforms in only forty-eight hours.

Lancelot had tripled the security. No one came in or out without inspections. New guards were hired, old passageways sealed.

Every weak spot—every entry point—was sealed tight.

Lucius took over managing the maids, butlers, and all servants. With Delilah gone, the palace needed new order. Absolute control. Heinz made sure it was enforced.

But none of those changes—none of those reforms, executions, or threats—meant more to him than the boy lying next to him now.

Because the biggest change in Heinz’s life—

"HELP! HELP—!"

Heinz’s eyes snapped open.

The room was dark, the moonlight spilling faintly through the curtains. Florian’s body thrashed beside him, tangled in the sheets, limbs flailing, his voice hoarse and raw from screaming.

Tears streaked his cheeks.

Heinz was already moving.

He pulled Florian into his arms, steady and firm. Not too tight, but enough—enough to anchor him.

"It’s okay," he murmured softly, hand cradling the back of Florian’s head. "You’re safe now, Florian. You’re safe."

The prince didn’t respond.

Not really.

His breathing was uneven, his chest rising and falling in sharp, shallow gasps. His eyes were open—but vacant. Gone.

As if the real Florian was still trapped somewhere far away.

Like a doll with its strings cut.

Cashew had tried to approach earlier that day. Just to check on him. Just to see him.

Florian had screamed.

But with Heinz... he didn’t scream.

Somehow, it was only him Florian allowed near.

And Heinz—he said nothing more. He simply kept holding him, fingers stroking his back in slow, calming motions. Rocking slightly, gently, as one might cradle a child.

"H-Heinz..." Florian’s voice was no louder than a whisper, muffled by Heinz’s chest. "Heinz... Heinz..."

"I’m here," Heinz whispered, repeating it like a sacred vow. "You’re safe with me, Florian."

Each word felt like a lifeline. Florian’s body slowly eased, his crying softening into hiccups and trembling breaths.

Minutes passed.

And eventually, Florian drifted back into a broken, exhausted sleep.

Heinz lay him gently back down onto the bed, tucking the blanket around him with precise care. Then, without thinking, he placed a hand on Florian’s cheek. His thumb brushed against the tear stains there.

’Most of his injuries have healed... physically.’

But that was the problem, wasn’t it?

The poor boy had cried in the hallway more than once, whispering through the door, "I’m sorry, Your Highness. I’m here. I’m still here..."

Heinz had been the one to bathe him. Or rather—he had hand-selected a small, trusted group of quiet, gentle maids and made his orders very clear.

"If a single word escapes this room... if I hear so much as a whisper—"

Heinz clicked his tongue but took the documents anyway. Annoying as it was...

Of course.

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