The Next Prince, Chapter 18 pg2
The Next Prince, Chapter 18 pg2
“Regarding Young-Prince... Your Highness, I think some people already know about it. There was someone trying to harm Young-Prince along the way, and as for Khun Tattanai...” The mention of someone's names made Charan more tense than before.
I will have people searching for him, whether he is still alive or not. Grandpa will bring Tattanai back here... And as for the culprit, I will have Virun help investigate more.”
“Yes, Your Highness.” Charan accepted the order, thinking back to the recent incident that had occurred just a few hours ago. That man... If he survived, they might be able to find clues and information to reach the mastermind.
However, the survival rate was slim. Charan knew this truth well. Sacrificing oneself by taking poison was not a common practice, only a few members of the royal family in Emmaly could do it.
But... What about the Thawetmetha family? Were there any members from the Phuchongphisut or Atsawathewathin clans?
“Let's go, Tarin is probably waiting for us in the dining room.” The voice of the elderly man and his movements pulled Charan out of his thoughts. He kept all his suspicions but did not let them linger.
On the long hallway, which led to the other wing of the building at the end of the carpet, the Sovereign-King's procession moved slowly, following the pace of the leader's footsteps. Despite his advanced age, he still looked majestic and strong, but Dhipabawon could not walk as easily and quickly as when he was young.
Charan followed behind him, observing the movements of every person in front of him. Everyone seemed to be walking on eggshells, especially those who held positions close to the nobles. Everything went according to the usual routine that had been practiced for over twenty years, whether it was as a guardian of the royal family or as a grandson head security.
The long hallway ended at a room in the middle of the left wing of the building. Maharek, the butler, greeted them with respect before announcing the name of the new arrival as soon as the procession arrived. Disappointed with only one heart, both doors were opened wide.
“The Sovereign-King has arrived.”
Every life in the dining room stood up, raising their left hand to show respect simultaneously. Everything was quiet until Dhipabawon slowly walked to his designated seat.
Charan stopped in front of the door to pay his respects to Prince Tarin, who seemed to be absent-minded and not paying attention to anything around him. He kept all his suspicions but did not let them linger.
“Has Khanin not arrived yet?” Dhipabawon asked, almost in unison with the sound of the Lord Steward's voice from the front of the room, accompanied by the appearance of the person everyone was waiting for.
“Young-Prince has arrived.”
The door was opened again before someone stepped inside. The person whom Charan had previously paid tribute to in London entered, clad in new formal attire. His eyes still shrouded in mystery despite the dim light.
This different appearance made Charan stop and pause, considering the person who dressed in new attire as he was a mischievous young man from London.
The owner of the cute face is now wearing a fashionable Chinese collar shirt, with his shoulders covered by a traditional Northern Regions embroidered jacket made from special gold thread that makes his fair and delicate skin look even smoother, so much so that Charan thinks that Khanin would be suitable for this place, something that he never expected.
Before he realized that he had stared at the other person for too long, almost a minute had passed. The young man lowered his head in respect for someone of higher rank than him, making the newcomer feel more uncomfortable than before.
Khanin didn't know what he should do next in this strange situation.
‘Remember, Nin. If you meet someone unfamiliar at Emmaly ... no matter who they are. If they are older, you must greet them first.’
‘But I don't see the fairness. And if I doesn't know them, I don't want to greet them either.’
‘...If it were anywhere else, it would be up to you, but if it's at Emmaly, you have to do what I tell you. Otherwise, others would think that I did not teach you well.’
Tattanai's teachings resounded loudly in his head once again. Khanin held back all his confusion before finally agreeing to follow his father's instructions once again. Although it contradicted his own desires, here in this place, the young man agreed not to cause disappointment to Tattanai.
He understood deeply why his father had been angry with him about etiquette issues in the past.
“Hello … um … sir.” He decided to start with a common greeting since he was not familiar with using formal language. He tried to sound polite but failed to understand the meaning behind the other person's gaze.
Khanin could not guess who he was. The tall and majestic figure with broad shoulders and a long neck, styled with a semi-formal suit, made him seem more like a businessman than a royal family member. He sat on the left side of the table and Khanin guessed that he might be a relative or someone of lower rank.
That is, “not tall” does not mean an elderly person who holds the position of head of the table. Analyzing the situation, it was enough for him to guess that he did not need to do much.
It was probably the Sovereign-King ... the person who was his grandfather.
“Come sit next to me, grandson.”
The commanding voice sounded as if he had heard the thoughts in Khanin's head, causing the young man to drop his gaze, feeling helpless. He looked at his only retreat so that Charan would realize how confused he was.
In his mind, what he received was just silence.
Charan remained silent. The main reason being that he knew his status well. The response from the young man whose duty was to serve was merely a polite expression, making it impossible for anything else to happen.
“Yes sir.” the powerless individual replied softly, lowering his gaze to the empty chair on the right side of the table. Khanin didn't really expect anything from Charan, but he thought he saw something that resembled concern in his eyes.
Khanin thought he saw ... something that resembled worry in those twolayered eyes.
“Let's start eating.”
When the Atsawathewathin-family members sat together, the highestranking person in the room commanded the palace maids to bring in various dishes.
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