The Next Prince, Chapter 20 pg2
The Next Prince, Chapter 20 pg2
“The Royal Palace currently has commanded you to enter the guard of honor tomorrow at noon at the Daveen Palace, sir.”
Ping!
“Dammit!” Phuchongphisut family's leader's thick hand slapped the expensive wooden table once more after receiving orders from the country's top authority.
Rachata's narrow-eyed gaze crackled with intense emotions, enough to make all the low-bloodline relatives feel trembling against Ramil's calm and collected demeanor, who just shifted slightly in his seat before uttering a few words with a nonchalant gesture.
“Father! Why are you so stressed? Our family has a royal lineage and we have lived our lives in a superior way since birth. We have trained for hundreds, even thousands of times, and know all the rules and regulations of every competition. Even the people can see who is suitable and confident in our skills.”
“...”
“Being born into the common class, raised as an ordinary person, can he compare himself to us, who are of pure royal blood?”
The medium-sized conference room at the palace was tense. All the royal members were sitting quietly with serious expressions. However, there was no sound from either side, everyone lost in thought.
Rumors about the heir to the throne of Atsawathewathin, had spread widely. The first news was unclear, but as leaders from each clan were called to meet, everything happened so suddenly that all three clans were left speechless and bewildered.
Phuchongphisut, Meenakarin and Thawetmetha both knew that something important would happen at this meeting, although the royal announcements did not reveal anything. All three clan leaders were anxious because they knew that whatever was going to happen would be significant.”
What exactly will Sovereign-King announce?
This question remained unanswered and caused everyone to tremble with fear. Each party was playing their own game, wearing masks and closing their eyes and ears, just like the deaf and blind.
Playing the role of ignorant is a dangerous game. In this battle, speaking too much could result in more harm than good. The truth is, those in power cannot change what is inevitable.
The four major clans of Emmaly are competing against each other. It's necessary to appear knowledgeable, but being too knowledgeable may lead to an untrustworthy image. Being too ignorant is also dangerous.
Each governor must be cautious, which is why everyone in the room chose to express themselves through silence, without any conversation.
Even the head of the gatekeeper, who was a high-ranking official, left his thoughts behind and stood up to show respect for the new arrival.
Sovereign-King Dhipabawon slowly walked to his chair before sitting down.
His weak physical condition didn't detract from his intimidating presence.
His sharp eyes scanned the room like a lion observing its prey. When he saw all his nephews had arrived, he signaled for everyone to relax and be comfortable.
“I apologize for calling you all here so suddenly.” said the elder statesman. Although he held the highest position in the country, he was not old or forgetful. He knew that those present were powerful leaders and deserved his utmost respect.”
Honoring those who hold the highest positions in each city should be a top priority and never neglected. It is essential to show respect and give recognition to those in power.
The face that bears wrinkles over time with no shortage of smiles decorating it, as always. The old man's face was calm, his forehead wrinkled as he looked at his son in the bloodline, exchanging glances with a stream once. He looked down and lowered his eyes as a sign that he still could not accept what he intended to do today.
However, as Sovereign-King Dhipabawon saw it, this was the most appropriate time. If nothing was made clear, it might cause future confusion. “Let's get straight to the point.”
“...”
Dhipabawon did not delay when he saw that everyone's eyes were suspiciously focused on him. The old man did not leave his heart to wait for long before calming down and saying something that made the leaders of every family have to open their eyes wide in surprise.
“We will arrange for a selection ceremony for the Sovereign-King position in three months.”
The heavy and powerful sound ceased. Almost all members of the royal families were unhappy except Tarin. The mask she wore cracked into pieces. Waseen, the leader of the Meenakarin-family, looked strange. His thoughts were clear in his narrowed eyes, observing the movements of the noble family members one by one.
As for Rachata, the leader from the family, Phuchongphisut, could not hide his displeasure, but he tried to keep his composure. As for Chana, the leader of the Thawetmetha-family, although his posture remained unchanged and still like a stone statue, it was clear that there was an anxiety hidden in his behavior. He lifted teacup trembled slightly as if she was thinking about something.
Two children also stood out, Evaa, the granddaughter of Thawetmetha family, and Ramil, the grandson of Phuchongphisut family. Both did not utter a word, as if they were ordered to forget their own voice for a while. Everyone in this meeting room was more tense than before because no one expected everything to be so chaotic.
It was true that they had already considered Atsawathewathin's succession issue, but they did not expect Dhipabawon to rush the competition. Waseen's small eyes looked around to observe the postures of the nobles.
The middle-aged man saw that all the siblings were in trouble, even Tarin, the leader of Atsawathewathin's family, seemed lost in thought. The atmosphere was terrible... so bad that Waseen thought he should do something as a grown-up grandson who has the responsibility to resolve the behavior of the noble family members.
Although it was true that Meenakarin did not have a succession issue like everyone else, at least doing something now to keep the atmosphere in the family calm enough to talk would be the best way out.
“Regarding the competition for the position of Sovereign-King...” Waseen paused, his small eyes glancing towards one of the Sovereign-King candidates. On the other hand, with a permissive expression, a middle-aged man continued to speak. “If we consider the fabric of the matter, it seems that there is no need to hold a competition... because it would be a loss no matter how it's organized. Phuchongphisut family is the only family with just lineage and so the only one eligible to compete... Therefore, Phuchongphisut should be the one to assume the position.”
Waseen spoke first before turning to his younger brother. He didn't touch upon the issue of Atsawathewathin's succession, but had to speak about what should be talked about. The Sovereign-King has not mentioned the successor on Atsawathewathin's side yet, so whoever has the most rights and suitability will not escape from Phuchongphisut's family.
The contorted face and wheezing breaths of the prince made everyone else remain silent, even though the room was already suffocating with the smell of jasmine. It seemed as though his appearance was merely decorative.
Waseen's gentle and soothing way of speaking may have relaxed some people in the room, but this time it was different. Everyone felt the tension in the air, as if waiting for someone to say something.
Despite receiving praise, the prince remained dissatisfied. On the other hand, Waseen could feel the heat spreading around him, almost as if the Puchongpisut family wanted to burn others down with them.
However, amidst the turmoil of the royal family, Evaa of Thawetmetha made a decision with determination. She slowly raised her hand.
Her large clear eyes turned to the chairman's seat with a respectful gaze, asking permission from the highest authority with a heavy gesture.
“Please forgive me, Your Majesty.”
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