The Next Prince, Chapter 15 pg1
The Next Prince, Chapter 15 pg1
Chapter 15: By His Side.
By: CEO. Ft Ennice.
The scent of various roses filled the air, and the image before him slowly became clear behind the foggy curtain. This atmosphere was familiar to Charan, as he had grown accustomed to it for a long time.
Flower garden in the Phitakthewa’s Mansion.
This place was a glass dome greenhouse specifically designed for breeding roses. The beauty of the colorful petals was mesmerizing, indicating that someone took great care of this place.
Charan knew that this was his dream come true... ever since his mother passed away, he had never stepped foot in this greenhouse again. Perhaps because he wasn't emotionally strong enough.
The distinct smell of roses mixed with the unique fragrance of tea, something that reminded Charan of someone specific who he could remember so well.
The more he inhaled, the more he remembered the past that had long disappeared...
“Today we have scone with cranberry sauce that you; my son loves. Charan... come closer, I'll feed you.” The young woman's smile was so charming that it made the little heart inside Charan's chest swell up.
Amidst the sunlight streaming through the rose trellis, the little boy smiled widely and opened his mouth like a baby bird waiting for food. His mother didn't hold back, and it was a very happy day for Charan at that moment. But happiness was fleeting, and he never got to prepare himself...
His long legs carried him towards the dream, letting himself walk closer to the image before him. Seeing himself as a child and the people who were gone made the burning lump in his chest throb.
The eyes that were once filled with confidence now trembled when he looked at the person he missed, causing his heart to tighten. Charan looked sad, realizing that the woman who was still playing with the child in front of him had no idea of his existence at this moment.
“Can you stay with me a little longer?” Charan, as a child, pleaded with a childish voice, calling for the mother to lend a helping hand and guide him. The dark-haired man looked at him with affection.
“I want to stay with you a little longer... but we all have our own responsibilities. As for you, you have to study, learn how to enter society, while I have to go work...”
“But mom; your job keeps us from seeing each other... is it possible that if mother stops working and comes back to live with me at home?” The child spoke with a sad voice. Charan remembered how he felt back when he was a child.
Every time the mother went to work, the young child would sit and count down the days until her next day off, feeling both sad and lonely. Each day seemed to stretch on forever in his heart.
“It's not like that, my child. We all have our own responsibilities...” The mother's voice sounded gentle, and she placed her palm lightly on the little one's head, spreading warmth throughout his heart and mind.
“But none of my friends have to deal with their mothers having to work.”
“Well, that's because I work as a governess... no matter what they do or where they go, I must always be there to take care of them.”
“But can't they take care of themselves?” Charan asked, causing the mother to pause before gently laughing and pulling the child to sit beside her on the bench.
“Of course they can take care of themselves, my dear. But ensuring safety and keeping them protected is my job as a mother.”
“But why do we have to keep them safe?”
The young child furrowed his brow, not quite understanding. He had yet to find an answer to why his mother had to sacrifice her time with him to care for others.
“If Atsawathewathin is not safe, then we and other people will also be in danger.”
“But why is it dangerous?”
“Because Atsawathewathin is a royal family... if anything were to happen, our country, including Emmaly, would be shaken.”
As the conversation progressed, the once gentle and sweet voice of the mother became more serious and stern. Charan couldn't quite understand the meaning behind her words, perhaps because he was still too young and inexperienced to fully comprehend.
“Mom, I don't understand.” he said, looking down at himself as a child who still sat on the bench. He slowly lowered himself until he was eye level with his mother's face. The image before him was from the past, but it was clear in the strong and determined look on the young woman's face.
The mother remained silent for several minutes before finally uttering a few more words.
“Charan, you see that bee over there, right?” She pointed to a small flying insect hovering around a nearby flower.
“Yes, I do.”
“Do you know that bees are animals with a very clear hierarchy? In one hive, they divide their work into three important jobs. One is the worker bee, they may be the smallest but they have the largest quantity. Worker bees have the hardest job, finding food to bring back to the hive and sometimes having to protect their home.”
“... “
“The second is the drone bees, they will mate and be one of the sources of offspring, they will be larger than worker bees. Male bees do not have to do anything except receive food, but they are important for the population in the hive.”
“...”
“And finally, the queen bee... In one hive, there is only one queen bee. She is the largest, and she doesn't have to do anything like the male bees. But the queen's important duty is to take care and control the survival of her hive. The queen has the power to manage all the bees in the hive and will be the one who produces the next generation of bees. Worker bees must take care of and protect the queen the best. Because if the queen dies before her time, the bee colony will collapse, and there will be immediate separation in the bee colony.”
The little boy blinked his eyes, imagining as if his mother was reading him a bedtime story. In his mind, he only knew how many types of bees there were, and what their roles were.
“Is that why you're a worker bee, Mom?”
“Very clever. Yes, I am a worker bee and a soldier bee of the hive.” Her hand patted softly on the round cheek of her son, and the smile on her face at that moment stole the heart of the young boy.
“You're amazing, Mom.”
“Thank you, my dear.”
“I understand why you have to spend so much time on this job, right?”
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