"What?" Florian's voice trembled, but his feet were already moving toward Lucius. "Say it again."
His stomach twisted violently. He felt like throwing up.
"Say it again, Lucius." Florian repeated, louder this time, his hands trembling as they clenched tightly at his sides.
Around them, the room was filled with sharp gasps. Some princesses broke down, sobbing uncontrollably, while others stood frozen, their hands covering their mouths in disbelief and horror.
Florian barely heard them. His ears were ringing. His vision was narrowing.
Heinz… Heinz stood deathly still. Wide-eyed. Silent. But it wasn't the kind of silence that was calm. No. Florian could feel it—a storm was brewing inside him. Something violent. Something dangerous.
And as for himself?
Florian's heart pounded so loudly it echoed in his ears. His hands were ice cold. His mouth dry.
"Say it again... Say it to me again." His voice broke. "Lancelot. You say it."
