'What in Concordia is he even saying?'
Florian's eyes narrowed, arms crossing tightly over his chest as he stared at Heinz with barely restrained irritation. His jaw was clenched, shoulders tense.
He looked like someone ready to throw something at him—and honestly, Heinz was getting a little frustrated too.
He furrowed his brows, clearly confused. "Bait? Test? Florian, what are you—"
But Florian cut him off before he could finish.
"There's no other reason for Your Majesty to host such a thing than for a test—or to lure someone out using me as bait," he snapped, eyes burning. "I just got kidnapped. I understand that there's still that strange man out there, but—"
This time, Heinz cut him off.
"This isn't a test, nor am I using you as bait." His voice was firm—almost hurt.
Because it was true. It hadn't even crossed his mind. The thought that Florian believed that—that he expected that from him—made something twist unpleasantly in Heinz's chest.
