The Next Prince, Chapter 17 pg1
The Next Prince, Chapter 17 pg1
Chapter 17: Survivors.
By: CEO ft Ennice.
“Sorry for being late, sir.”
Charan just nodded in response to the newcomer's statement before turning his worried gaze to the small figure.
His eyes then followed down, stopping at the trembling hand of someone who showed clear signs of fear. There was no need to say that Khanin was grieving again as his spiritual awareness was faster than his brain could comprehend.
Charan didn't hesitate to stretch out his own hand to coordinate and grasp Young-Prince's hand tighter to make him aware of their presence.
“It's okay now... we're safe.” he whispered to the younger one who nodded in understanding. Atsawathewathin's people had arrived. The position on the board had changed. They were no longer at a disadvantage as they had been just minutes before.
“Wow.”
“Do you want to take a break?” Charan asked, turning his face towards the SUV parked in the area. He accepted that he was concerned about Khanin, but most importantly, he was angry with himself.
“No... it's okay. Come stay beside me.” Khanin handed over the gun to someone knowledgeable who walked over to receive it. He pulled and tugged on the thin man until he squeezed him close to him.
After surviving the risk of death, Khanin was left feeling empty. The little hands clasped tightly around him seemed like the only comfort left in his life, and it had a profound effect on Charan... powerful beyond his comprehension.
The force was something he couldn't have predicted...
The two-layered eyes of the young person hiding inside were still trembling. Khanin seemed to be stuck in the dangerous situation just a few minutes ago. The other side looked frightened, making the tall person's heart ache.
In his role as caretaker of Atsawathewathin's heart, Charan thought he was flawed, an unforgivable flaw.
“Don't look like that... I'm fine.”
It was as if Khanin could read his thoughts and saw something in his sharp gaze. He spoke a few short sentences, but they had the power to erase the previous distressing feeling.
“...”
“You're here, I'm here, we're together.”
Charan couldn't accurately express how he felt in that moment, but he knew for sure that he didn't notice the presence of anyone else around him except Khanin.
“I'm okay. Just a little startled... See, we're still at thirty-two.” The younger person finished speaking with a shrug, causing Charan's hand that held him tightly to follow suit.
Charan watched as Khanin tried to act tough, but his brown eyes still lacked the clear sparkle as before. He guessed it must have been something that helped him feel a little less devastated. The young man didn't dwell on that thought.
“Okay.” Not too bad was good enough... He kept that thought to himself as he stared off into space until the conversation ended, finally regaining consciousness.
“What are you looking at? Is there something on my face?”
“Uh, yes.”
“What is it?”
“Dirt... On your face.”
The edge of the hand reached out to brush away the dirt on the young person's smooth face. Khanin's brown eyes flickered lightly, touching his clear cheek that caused an inexplicable feeling.
“Sir.” The thick hand came off his cheek almost immediately after hearing the call of the lord of the Pithakon Patheva clan's return. This was after they had met one of the main instigators of the mysterious group just a few moments ago.
He was caught with hands behind his back by a group of
Atsawathewathin's guards in black suits. His body stiff as he had been when he and Khanin were together less than half an hour ago. Now he felt tense again.
He stared at the person who was violently pushed down and knelt in front of him. He knew this man was the same one who had held Young-Prince hostage, and dared to press a gun against his temple.
The anger that he thought had subsided rekindled once again. Charan kept an eye on the people who still had their faces covered with black cloth while using his sharp gaze to glare at Khanin.
“Go another way first.”
Those words came with a chill that spread throughout the area. Khanin secretly looked at the broad back of the tall person moving in front of him, obscuring his view, cutting off the vision of the ill-intentioned person.
It was a small action, but it had an impact that warmed the heart of one person. Khanin agreed to step back and let someone more mature handle the task. One person in the group handed over the patterned fabric to the young boy who walked away.
However, as he was about to follow, his eyes glanced over and saw Charan shrinking away towards the culprit, pulling the mask that covered part of the other person's face open.
His thick fingers plucked at his hairline, tugging hard enough to make the person on the losing end flinch before lowering his hand and switching his attention to the target's neck.
“Who sent you?” Charan squeezed, causing blood to drip down the man's face. The gestures looked cruel and violent, like something Khanin had experienced, perhaps even worse.
“Hey.” the soft voice that the young boy had thought was inviting suddenly changed. His eyes became fierce and intimidating, surpassing their usual calmness. However, some people who were asked just laughed in response, without any fear in their throats.
“You guys are just servants.” jeered Roi, with a mocking sneer, as he splashed water on the ground. He turned back with vengeful eyes and said only one sentence that made the guards around almost stop breathing.
From this angle, Khanin didn't know what expression Charan had on his face, but if asked about the posture of one of the murderers, he could say that it was something scary...too scary to describe.
“Remember, you guys will have to disappear someday!”
“...”
“Someday... the lowlifes..., will have nowhere to stand!” The screaming voice echoed throughout the surrounding area, accompanied by laughter. This time it sounded completely insane, making the young and weak feel like they wanted to run away. It was different from the back of someone else who still stood firm.
Khanin's lips trembled as he tried to look away from the scene. However, because of an unexpected event, the young boy just stopped in his tracks, watching the person who had laughed until he had a fit become rigid all of a sudden.
Comments
Post a Comment