The Next Prince, Chapter 12 pg3
The Next Prince, Chapter 12 pg3
Regions had factories producing jade and gems for export. The Phuchong Pisut family itself was also a respected family in terms of investment and power in the factors of life, like a main symbol of the family.
A python curled around a short stool, with eyes like flawless diamonds, indicating the power of control over even dangerous venomous animals.
“Your father is doing well. Even in the city of Daveen, there are very skilled doctors. Rachata, you do not have to worry, as I myself have been taking good care of my father.” Tarin spoke up after being silent for a long time. His face remained calm and peaceful, smiling slightly at the siblings, but only two people knew that the smile did not reach his eyes.
Without any sincere feelings towards each other, it seemed like a small, tense war between the Golden Horse and Diamond Snake families. The atmosphere was suffocating, causing the royal servants to stand still.
“It's noon... shall we go have lunch together? The children must be waiting for a long time. Ramil and Evaa might be very bored.” Finally, Waseen offered one option to end all the tension from before. The leader of the southern capital nodded in agreement, while Sovereign-King remained silent.
“Good, good. Let's go to the dining room then.”
The prince stood up to his full height and gestured for the other members of the royal family to follow him.
Starting with the leader of the Thawetmetha family, who didn't like getting involved with anyone, followed by the leaders of the Phuchongphisut and Atsawathewathin families respectively, only the leader of the Meenakarin family, Waseen, walked at the back.
He took a deep breath before quietly following the others to the dining room, leaving behind a warm and silent room that had been filled with people just moments ago...
Ramil, the only son of the Phuchongphisut family, held his pointed arrow firmly in place, waiting for the signal. His sharp nose and determined gaze were fixed on the target in front of him, not much different from the slim and graceful young woman standing beside him.
Evva, the only daughter of the western city, was as gorgeous as any aristocrat, with her soft black hair tied in a ponytail and her fair skin resembling milk. She stood proudly beside Ramil, preparing for the competition that would soon begin with the sound of the small drum.
Two royal cousins raised their bows in preparation, and as the signal came from the small drum, the competition began. Ramil shot first with speed and accuracy, his arrow piercing the center of the target beautifully.
As the other three took their turns, Evva proved to be no less skilled than anyone else. She released her arrow with precision and confidence, hitting the target before anyone else in the final round.
Although she lost in terms of speed, when it came to accuracy... Her final score was considered a tie with her older and younger brothers, a truly remarkable achievement.
Followed by the second and third rounds, Evaa herself did not lag behind anyone. The young woman held her bow firmly and released her arrow with precision as they all aimed for Ramil's arrow that had hit the target first in the final round.
Evaa lost in terms of speed but when it came to accuracy... Her final score was considered a tie with her older and younger brothers, a truly remarkable achievement.
“It would be good to change partners for the next round.” The sweet voice of the princess spoke up. She handed her bow to the guard before turning back to face the person who stood neither near nor far.
“Hmm, your skills are good, no need to change partners.”
Thank you, even my brother deserves credit too.” Evaa thanked him for the compliment. The surface-level relationship between them did not allow for any deeper romantic feelings to develop.
It was the same with Ramil who, despite being from an esteemed background, was not one for good relationships.
“How have you been? And I see aunt isn't here?” The young woman asked, trying to fill the awkward silence between her and Ramil's mother, with whom they hadn't spoken for a while. If it weren't for important national matters, they wouldn't have had the chance to talk at all.
“Same as always, and your mother?” The response and question followed the customary etiquette, but it didn't reflect Ramil's true thoughts. For him, family ties were just a game he had to play in life.
“It's just the game of life that everyone has to play along with, like it or not.” he thought to himself as he was living in the moment.
“I'm fine... and Phii Petai isn't here?” Someone's name from the lips of a young person from the outskirts made Ramil pause. His dark eyes swept around before he answered Evaa, who knew what was in his heart.
“He couldn't make it.”
Petai Watcharatpong, heir to the noble family and the high-ranking trusted friend of Ramil, passed through the guards surrounding the flower garden area. The lower-ranked aristocrats had to bow their heads in respect.
The tall and proportionate figure kept pace with the high-class gait that had been trained since birth. His majestic appearance revealed everything, but Evaa thought to herself that... It was such a pity.
It was a pity that someone like Petai had to be stuck in a position no different from a scapegoat rather than being the best friend of Ramil... A companion just a front-row player in a scene that everyone knew wasn't as beautiful as it seemed.
The Phuchongphisut family has a unique culture, which is to keep close friends by their side as substitute so they can take the prince’s blame and punishemnt if the prince makes mistakes.
It's been a long time coming. Even Evaa disagrees and sympathizes with someone else, but she has no right to interfere in the governance of each different lineage.
“Evaa, Young-Prince-Ramil.” Petai's soft voice called out, with a respectful gesture inviting the royal young lady to leave the mansion. Evaa powdered her head and greeted the newcomer with a friendly smile.
“The meeting is over. Prince Rachata has ordered the duchess to invite
Young Prince and you to join the royal feast at the Grand Hall.”
“Hello, Petai. It's good to see you.” she said sincerely, although the conversation was polite and restrained. It could be said that it was the highest form of respect that few people receive from those with royal bloodlines.
“Good to see you, Your Highness.” Petai smiled on his face, his lips slightly raised, but just enough to make him look charming and appealing to some people who felt annoyed.
“You go ahead, I'll follow later.” Some people intervened halfway through the conversation. Evaa looked after her little nephew and niece before reluctantly separating herself, but still in a good way.
“Where did you go?” A short, blunt question was asked after the royal young lady walked away, accompanied by guards who were standing in formation around her at first.
Ramil sent a fleeting glare before turning back to look for someone who was shorter than him. The other side remained silent and turned his face toward the other direction, seemingly knowing what to do. Moreover, standing still made the group of guards that retreated too far seem to be interesting in the eyes of someone like Ramil.
“…”
Where did you go?” he asked again, so the person in front of him had to accept it.
“Your Highness, I didn't go far, I was just waiting near the Royal Kitchen in case there was an order from Prince Rachata.”
Ramil didn't hear Petai's answer at all. His thick hand grabbed his thin wrist and pulled it harder than anyone else would. Someone approached them closer.
“Who are you? Are you confused about your duties?”
“...”
“Your duty is to stay with me, not anyone else.”
“Let go first, someone will see us, Your Highness.” The white guy said with a softer tone than before. His cautious demeanor made those around him look somewhat interesting in the eyes of someone like Ramil.
“Whatever, a person of mine, I can do whatever I want.”
“His Majesty, you should not only focus on your own self willed interests here, but also overcome obstacles.” Now, the shorter man’s tone of speech sounds more serious at various levels, creating a distant atmosphere. It causes his eyebrows to furrow, feelings of dissatisfaction, and a sense of being weighed down more heavily than before.
“I've said it many times, don't use royal language...”
“Not here, Your Highness.” However, someone like Petai knows the temperament and how to handle Ramil better than anyone else. His slender figure simply leans forward, speaking in a smooth voice, catching the attention of those with more power, captivating them with influential glances, making even the Young Prince have to calm down.
…
Your Highness, you should not let your royal relatives wait too long. Please come with.”
The famous news reporter's report still had a familiar tone each time as before. Khanin played games on his mobile phone while looking at the clock on the wall and sneaked a breath.
Charan has been outside since the sun rose until now, some people are still missing and reluctant to head back. Half of the leftover fast food box was ignored.
Khanin eats potatoes to sustain his life, but he still recognizes that their taste remains bland and unchanged. He has been enduring days in a rectangular room that never closes its eyes, yet the feeling is no different from being trapped in a small cage.
Initially, Charan said they would have to hide here for two days, but he kept changing his mind without giving a specific deadline. They have been waiting for almost thirty hours now while hiding.
He himself is not sure where this waiting will end up...
The sound of the door opening combined with the sound of footsteps caught the attention of a young person who was sitting on the sofa. Before closing his eyes, Khanin glanced at Charan's restless posture as if there was more to it than meets the eye.
“Pack your things.”
“Hmm, what's going on?” Because he was not sure if he heard anything wrong, he asked again. Khanin looked at Charan putting new clothes in a bag before uttering a sentence that sounded familiar.
“Prepare yourself, we're leaving tonight.”
“Who told you to wait?”
“It's time.”
... “ Someone muttered words of encouragement, letting him know that aimlessly waiting had come to an end. However, Khanin didn't say anything correctly about how he felt at the moment. “I'll take you back to Emmaly.”
...
TBC.
It's okay if you skip some of the characters with a lot of details.
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