"Your Highness, are you sure you're feeling alright?"
Florian blinked, still dazed. The conversation with Heinz earlier clung to his mind like fog, thick and disorienting.
He hadn't expected the king's sudden proposition—much less his own response.
He had nodded.
Just like that. Without thinking. Without hesitation.
Because the memories had come flooding back from the night before—the images, the sounds, the weight of everything he had tried to forget.A wordless, instinctive agreement had slipped past his lips before he could even catch himself.
'Why did I say yes?'
He had braced himself for something—anything—to happen after his acceptance. He truly thought Heinz would take him then and there, that there would be no room left for hesitation or words.
But then a knock at the door had broken the moment like a cracked mirror.
"Your Highness?" Cashew's soft voice called again through the heavy silence, pulling Florian back to the present.
