Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!

The chair scraping against the floor was the only sound he could hear... Well, other than his own heartbeat. He was nervous. He was so used to getting everything he wanted, the prospect of not getting their forgiveness scared him.

But how to deliver them? Through Sofia, of course, he could not face Catalina and Celeste directly... Not yet, he needed time to prepare, and he was sure they would want some time too.

He remembered those childhood nights with Sofia—how they'd tiptoe down to the kitchen after curfew for a few scraps of cookie dough, giggling in the dark until someone caught them. That memory gave him a spark of hope.

He grabbed the cookies—still warm—from the platter on the sideboard. Chocolate chip cookies were their favourite.

With the cookies wrapped in cloth, he quietly made his way to the stables. The boy tending the horses looked up in surprise, but Leon's stern look got the immediate result: silence. The lad nodded and sped off, heads turning but not daring to ask questions.

Leon exhaled as he walked past the familiar row of stalls. Each hoof‑nail tap, each warm breath from a horse, brought back memories: of tours around the stable, holding Riven close as they rode along the track, the scent, the feel, the touch...

The thought made him flush. Fuck, he cursed under his breath. Why was he thinking about that now? "No, you should feel angry!"

He quickly saddled his horse and set off. The air smelled of grass and mist. It was past midnight. There were barely any people outside the palace. They were probably with their families, Leon thought with a wry smile.

He pulled the reins up gently, and she slowed to a walk. Each hoofbeat a promise: this night was for something better.

Sofia's mansion wasn't far, she was always a fan of marble, so the marble entrance was a dead giveaway.

Leon dismounted, took a deep breath, and climbed the steps. He could already tell that some guard had probably informed her of his arrival. He did not need to announce himself.

He tapped on the door. They didn't answer immediately. He wondered if it would ever open. Would Sofia turn him away.

When the door finally opened and Sofia stood there, tired but alert, Leon met her eyes and offered the letters and cookies. "I… came personally," he said, voice raw but steady.

"The king is delivering cookies? Unfortunately, my tastes have changed. I don't want them." She was prepared to slam the door shut when Leon quickly added.

"I missed you. I need your help."

Sofia froze for a moment, then let the door click open wider. It took courage for Leon of all people to admit that he needed help, to come to her personally... She focused on his expression and mannerisms, she was trying to find anything that would affirm her suspicions.

Leon's heart thudded so loud he was afraid even the walls would hear. He stood on Sofia's threshold, the cookies and letters cradled awkwardly in one hand. Sofia's expression was frosty—arms unfolded, spine rigid. The door stayed half-open, her refusal heavy between them.

She cleared her throat. "You shouldn't have come," she said, voice measured. Her fingers curled around the doorframe in what might have been an instinctual shield.

Leon dropped the cookies on the side table, trying to sound casual. "I… I came to make things right."

Sofia's eyes flicked to his hands. She scoffed, voice flat, "With cookies?"

She found it cute, but years of fighting and differences would not let her admit it.

"It's supposed to be... A reminder of the good times." Leon admitted with a whisper. He felt very bad, he thought it was a gesture of goodwill, but he probably seemed childish. He cursed himself in his thoughts.

"Just… leave, Leon," she said. "I don't want this right now."

He swallowed. "Please," he rasped. "Just give me one chance."

Her gaze was cold, and it held him there. After a long beat, she folded her arms tighter. "Why should I give you a chance?" she asked, voice flat.

He wanted to stumble backwards, but something in her tone poked the memory of their childhood—of stolen treats, laughter in the kitchens, the closeness they used to share. He swallowed around the lump in his throat. He struggled to answer, apologies never came naturally.

Finally, he forced the simplest truth. "I— I don't want us to fight anymore," he said, voice soft.

She paused.

Leon saw a flicker of something, perhaps she too wanted this, but because of his behaviour, she was not believing him. Leon could understand that, he did not want to be the old him anymore. He wanted... He wanted to be a better version of himself.

Sofia took a deep breath and then stepped aside. She gestured for him to enter. He barely registered her movement before he was inside. The door closed behind him with a soft click, severing the barrier between them.

Sofia walked with purpose toward her butler. She directly told Leon, "Do not expect this to be easy." Before turning to the butler.

Leon nodded earnestly. "I know," he said.

From the corner of his eye, Leon noticed subtle movement—her silent gesture to a nearby butler. Sofia leaned close to her servant, whispering so Leon couldn't hear. The butler inclined his head, then stepped lightly from the room.

Leon did not ask, he simply observed and waited for his sister to sit down on the sofa.

But his sister did not say anything! She took her seat and stared at him, her gaze was so sharp he did not know how to speak. Come on, he was trying here! She did not have to glare at him!

After a few moments, Leon pulled himself together. 'What happened to you? You used to be an arrogant guy who spoke whatever whenever he wanted. But then again, I am trying not to be that guy.' Leon sighed and decided to speak when the butler interrupted.

Tall glass tumblers appeared. The butler set them down gently. And inside it was warm milk... Perhaps to have them with the cookies?