"I'll help you get down," Heinz whispered behind him, his voice low—too close.
The warmth of his breath ghosted against Florian's ear, sending an involuntary shiver down his spine. His body tensed before he could stop it, fingers tightening against Azure's scales. The dragon beneath him let out a low rumble, shifting slightly, as if sensing his unease.
Florian turned his head slightly, catching the edge of Heinz's gaze—intense, unwavering—and quickly looked away. His eyes darted toward Cashew.
Only to freeze.
Cashew was still staring at Heinz, his small hands balled into fists, his expression dark and unreadable.
A strange knot of unease curled in Florian's chest. He swallowed.
"O-Oh, right… That's fine, Your Majesty." His voice came out uneven, and he mentally cursed himself for it. The moment stretched, thick and suffocating.
However—
"Your Highness, you are in front of His Majesty. It might be difficult for him to dismount with you in the way."
