'So… does this mean I was right? It does, doesn't it?' Florian blinked, his mind scrambling to process the weight of his realization. His throat felt dry, his palms damp as Heinz's sharp, unreadable gaze bore into him. That calm intensity was unnerving, like staring into the eye of a storm.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Florian asked, his voice slipping out sharper than intended, laced with frustration and confusion.
"I was waiting to see if you'd figure it out," Heinz replied evenly, his tone maddeningly composed, as if Florian's reaction was merely a minor detail in a grander scheme.
'Huh?'
Florian frowned, his thoughts running in circles. "Why, Your Majesty? Does it really matter whether or not I figure it out?"
