'How Do We Get There?'

The polished floors of the Diamond Palace gleamed under the soft glow of enchanted chandeliers as Florian walked beside Heinz, Lucius, and Lancelot. The air was thick with quiet tension, each step echoing through the grand halls like a slow, steady drumbeat.

After Richard announced Heinz's arrival, both Heinz and Lancelot had come. There was no discussion, no wasted words—just Heinz's low, unwavering command for Florian to gather his things, wear a cloak, and leave. And so, here they were, moving through the palace with an unspoken urgency, their path set in stone.

Florian kept his gaze ahead, trying his best to ignore the way Heinz's presence beside him made his stomach twist uncomfortably.

'Stupid dream,' he thought, gritting his teeth. 'It was just the original Florian's fantasy. Not mine. I'm straight. It was nothing.'