As soon as Heinz left, Florian lingered in the room, his eyes locked on the door as though it might swing open again. The silence stretched thin, amplifying the pounding of his heart. Only when he was absolutely certain the king had gone did he step out, shoulders slumping under the weight of what had transpired.
Just as he expected, Lucius was waiting outside, leaning casually against the wall. His sharp gaze snapped to Florian the moment he emerged, but there was no mistaking the concern in his otherwise impassive face.
"Your Highness—"
Florian raised a hand, cutting him off before he could say another word. "I need some alone time," he said, his voice clipped and heavy with frustration. "Send a note to Lady Alexandria. Tell her His Majesty is fine. Or have Cashew or someone else deliver the message."
