"Y-Your Majesty? You're starting to worry me..." Heinz heard Florian say softly. "Did something happen?"
Why?
Why did his tone sound so different?
Heinz kept replaying the two memories with the original Florian that had resurfaced—those fleeting moments that still burned behind his eyes.
Has his current Florian always sounded so… indifferent?
He did sound worried.
But it was… different.
He couldn't understand.
And that alone made his chest ache all the more.
From guilt.
From… longing.
Heinz… was longing?
Or was it yearning?
Were they the same thing?
He already knew he loved Florian, but… seeing those memories—memories he had forgotten—he longed to remember, and more than that, he longed to live them again.
"Your Majesty—"
Heinz's hands slid to Florian's shoulders, gently pushing him back from their embrace. He saw the flicker of confusion in Florian's eyes, the way his lips parted as if to speak—only for Heinz to silence him by crushing their mouths together.
