The Next Prince, Chapter 19 pg3
The Next Prince, Chapter 19 pg3
“I am an exception.”
“Why? Is it because your position is higher than others?” If we were to talk about ranks, Khanin was confident that Charan must be among the highranking officials based on how others respected him, and even his attire differed significantly from that of the other courtiers.
“You can understand it that way.”
“So... what is your real job?” In reality, Khanin didn't know why he wanted to know this. He just wanted to get to know Charan a little more.
“I never told you.”
“I didn't think so.” His head shook slightly from side to side.
The temperature in the Emmaly country at night was colder than expected. Khanin stared at the person in front of him before the other person said something that changed the atmosphere in the mind of the young man.
Protecting you, taking care of you, and being faithful to Asawattharin is my responsibility.”
It seemed like the temperature around him had warmed up compared to before. The sound of insects at night that used to be annoying was now replaced by something inside Khanin's body.
A slight reaction, but enough for the owner of the body to notice the change. Khanin couldn't say anything as they stared at each other under the moonlight.
“Come here.” The young man beckoned his hand... no, it was more like pulling the wrist of the taller man to follow him back into the palace. They passed many courtiers who had to bow down due to their older age to inquire about the motives and desires of the Young-Prince.
“Where are we going?”
“Come on.”
“Well...” Charan's sentence was interrupted in the middle when the listener showed no interest. The young man turned and called out to a passing noblewoman, speaking with language that was completely out of his own noble class.
“Excuse me, sir... Can I have some wound care supplies, please?”
“Are you injured, my lord? I will go fetch the royal physician for you.” The duty officer jumped up, awoken by Young-Prince's new injury, while the highranking person immediately ordered them not to make a fuss.
“No, it's alright. Just the wound care supplies, please.” The young man smiled before walking away from the conversation, waiting until the servant received the request before turning back to pull the taller person along.
“Here it is.”
Stay still.” Khanin didn't listen to the retort and led the tall person straight to the second floor of the palace's right wing, stopping in front of the door of a room with a caretaker standing nearby.
The plump figure came looking for Young-Prince at the same time as the previous royal lady who brought the wound care supplies to present them to the person of aristocratic class.
“I need your help with something.”
“Thank you.” The common thank-you caused Chakri to step forward closer to the face of the egg-shaped nobleman. He seemed to be surprised, but Khanin wasn't sure why the noblewoman was acting so strangely.
While on the other side, they thought he was injured or worried about something else.
“Not me. Which master's room is that... Oh, my bedroom, sir.” The caretaker had already told him that before going down to have dinner. But as soon as he left, he forgot.
“This room is yours, Your Highness.”
“Thank you. Will you come in?” He turned and pulled the taller person's wrist again after thanking them, causing the onlookers around them to stop and stare at their strange behavior.
Not just Charan, almost everyone in the area showed signs of almost succumbing, including the royal in waiting, the guard, and everyone else, depending on how much they were affected. Until being driven away by Charan's sidelong glance.
“Come in.” The deep voice of the older man was stronger than before. Charan waited until everyone else had backed off before talking to the young person with a serious face.
“No.”
“Why?” The rejection sentence made the listener frown and become even more confused. In the end, Khanin was completely perplexed and did not understand what the short explanation meant.
“It's not appropriate.”
“What's inappropriate after we have been sleeping together for so many nights?” The sentence didn't mean anything in a hidden way, but it made Charan feel uncomfortable and awkward. The young man looked around carefully before speaking softly.
“Watch your words a little bit, Your Highness.”
“What are you afraid of speaking the truth? My surname gives me the right to command you, doesn't it?” The question from the person with the bloodline of Hathairat accompanied by a facial expression that indicated holding a higher card than causing the tall person to pause and consider.
That is the truth, so Pitakthewa was born to serve Atsawathewathin. No matter what happens, one cannot disobey orders, so in the end, Charan can only remain silent.
“Um.”
“Well then, come in now.” said Young-Prince with a smirk, pointing at the tall person who had no choice but to step forward. The young boy smiled sneakily, just realizing the benefits of having power.
The bedroom door closed softly by the still-unfamiliar owner's hand. Khanin surreptitiously surveyed every piece of luxurious furniture, mostly white and gold toned.
Khanin reached out to touch a small statuette of a horse in the corner, and his eyes quickly flickered around the room.
“Is it real gold?”
“Yes.” Another person's voice helped answer the question, calling Khanin's attention. This time the young man was fumbling with his own shirt buttons.
Huh...Hey, why are you taking off your shirt?” The young boy slipped into a sly look. Khanin frowned, not knowing why this happened again after seeing it before.
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