Florian froze.
Heinz's fingers—still inside him—froze too.
"…That's Lucius?" Florian whispered, voice barely audible, eyes wide as saucers, his heart hammering against his ribs. "What… What is Lucius doing here?"
Another knock. Firmer this time.
"Your Majesty? Your Highness?" came Lucius' unmistakable voice through the door.
Heinz's crimson eyes lit with sudden realization. "The birthday ball planning," he muttered. "I forgot I asked him to come."
"Birthday ba—ah!" Florian gasped as Heinz suddenly pulled his fingers out. The abrupt emptiness left him breathless, body twitching in response.
"Get under the covers." Heinz said, already moving. He gently lifted Florian off his lap, placing him back onto the bed before pulling the thick duvet over him.
Florian obeyed, still stunned. He could barely wrap his head around what was happening.
