After yet another long day, Florian had finally handed Lucius his report. The exchange had been brief and painfully awkward—he couldn't help but feel tense after everything that had happened. Between Lucius touching him earlier and the unsettling vision of the original Florian and Lucius together, Florian's mind was a chaotic mess. He had forced himself to stay composed, but his insides were still twisting with unease.
Now, safely back in his room, Florian was sitting on the edge of his bed, trying to calm his racing thoughts. Across the room, Cashew was quietly tending to the flowers and plants he cared for with such devotion. The scent of fresh blooms filled the space, a comforting contrast to Florian's frazzled mind.
Florian sighed, running a hand through his hair as he tried to focus on the task at hand: figuring out a way to befriend the princesses at breakfast tomorrow.
