Florian had a bad feeling.
A really bad feeling.
The moment he stepped into the hall and saw the princesses watching him with thinly veiled grins and eyes sparkling with mischief, he knew something was off. And what unsettled him more was how Heinz—stoic, unreadable Heinz—was actually smiling in front of them.
No attempt to hide his amusement, no neutral mask. Just plain, entertained.
Something was definitely wrong.
'I don't know if it's because of what Drizelous said, or because they're all looking at me so creepily, but I'm getting such... bad vibes.'
Florian's feet felt heavier the closer he got to the tall door off to the side. His hands twitched slightly as he clasped them together, trying to appear composed. He forced a tight smile on his lips, but even he could feel how fake it was.
'I can feel them staring.'
He glanced at the door again, then back at the group.
