After his conversation with Heinz, Florian watched as the king left, the weight of their exchange still pressing heavily on his mind. He knew he should be relieved—Heinz had outright offered him a solution, a reward for his cooperation. And yet, something about it didn't sit right.
It felt too easy. Too… deliberate.
'He's planning something. Something more than just finding out who killed him.'
But what?
Florian exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. There was no denying it—Heinz was hiding something. And the worst part? He could read Florian like an open book. That unsettling awareness made it impossible to ever feel at ease around him.
Sometimes, Heinz was tolerable. Other times, he was terrifying. But most of the time, he was just… confusing.
