The Next Prince, Chapter 21 pg2
The Next Prince, Chapter 21 pg2
Besides having to navigate an unwanted power struggle, Khanin also had to remain vigilant in an unpredictable situation. He had no way of knowing who he was facing but if we were to measure the probabilities, everyone in this room had a very high percentage of association with those assassins.
One of the four families has an undercover villain. Khanin is fairly certain that someone here is the person responsible for separating him from his happy life with his father, even though they had been happy not-so get along together.
There are those who wish him dead... but Khanin will prove that it's not as easy as they think.
His concealed two-layered gaze swept the room, the new princeling of the ruling family, cunningly meeting the eyes of everyone as he lifted the corners of his small, almost imperceptible smile. Like a person with a plan.
Khanin perceived that he lacks any trace of fear and uncertainty in his mind as the heir to the throne. Although he was not born and raised in the palace, it is true. But as a competitor, for the sport of fencing, the young man is confident that he is no less agile than anyone else.
Let's compete in whatever we can.
Now let's see who will be better at playing games.
Because this time he will bring victory for us to witness.
“Um... If the result turns out like this, it means that Khanin is Your Majesty’s real true grandson... If that's the case, it's a joyful matter, isn't it?”
Waseen, who once again takes advantage of his rights as the eldest nephew. With bright, clear eyes, he views the world positively according to the model of the esteemed lord of Meenakarin, making everyone take a breath.
Different people, different thoughts. Even if we think differently, with the graceful manner of all the royal members in the room, we must adapt to the circumstances.
“Yes, it's a joyful matter.” Sovereign-King Dhipabawon raised the corners of his mouth, smiling. Although there was a hint of unease in their eyes.
“If that's the case, congratulations to Uncle on having a grandson. Phii
Tarin, for getting your son back.”
The Thawetmetha family, who have been silent for a long time, finally spoke. The middle-aged man, with a tall, imposing figure in a suit adorned with a brooch depicting a sliding unicorn, raised his hand in a respectful manner following the example of Emmaly before raising his head to look at the person next to him, the Atsawathewathin family.
Despite looking unenthusiastic, Puchongpisut family lord also stood up, the middle-aged man in a classic suit with a stern face, making way for Ramil, who was sitting away, before taking a breath and clasping his hands on his chest, bowing respectfully like Emmaly.
“Congratulations to you too, Uncle... The same goes for you Phii Tarin.”.
“Such good news should not be kept within our family. If that's the case, we should hold a press conference as soon as possible, don't you think, Uncle?”
Waseen spoke up immediately when he saw Rachata's clear acceptance of Khanin, the thin man smiling with obvious delight.
“According to Waseen, we should call the reporters right now.” When no one contradicted, Dhipabawon turned to the royal chamberlain standing beside him and issued a heavy order.
The serene man pondered his words to convey a message to the journalists to inform the public, before organizing everything in order and giving the order with great seriousness.
“Tell them that we will hold a press conference regarding the competition for the position of Sovereign-King in three months... Three states will compete for it.”
“...”
“Because Atsawathewathin now has an heir.” [1] Meenakarin current lord has not a child
The Royal Palace was bustling with numerous groups of journalists from various fields who had gathered together upon the announcement from the palace that the Sovereign-King had made a significant announcement about the future direction of the dynasty.
Social media was filled with rumors. Some said it was a press conference about the ruler's health.
Some said it was an announcement about the prominent role of the influential families in the Eastern District, Puchongpisut and the Western District, Thawetmetha, who might play a crucial role in the next phase as the other two families had no heirs to succeed them.
But in the end, all the rumors were finally silenced by the image of a cleancut teenager who emerged from behind the scenes. This young man had a two-layered hidden eye and a prominent, sculpted nose, just like the characteristic features of the Atsawathewathin family.
The owner of the mansion had a fair complexion and wore a navy suit, adorned with a golden horse brooch, which was a significant symbol of the prestigious family, displayed on his chest.
The atmosphere was calm and cool. The unwavering gaze of the young man did not falter in the face of flashing lights, causing the photographers to pause their movements. With a firm grip, his hand touched the black microphone on the golden wooden podium, used for press conferences. The once lively and bustling atmosphere suddenly fell silent.
The only source of light was the red glow of the live video camera, which continued to project the images of a few individuals standing on the podium.
The protagonist of today's event, Khanin, did not intend to waste anyone's time. He simply took a deep breath, gazed directly into the nearest camera, and firmly and confidently began speaking, expressing his determination and conveying important messages to the public.
“Hello everyone... My name is Khanin... Khanin Atsawathewathin.”
“...”
“I am the next generation of the Atsawathewathin family... It's nice to meet all of you. From now on, please I look forward to your guidance.”
The words spoken were authentic and created a wave of both positive and negative reactions. The social media sphere was ablaze with interpretations regarding the appearance of a royal successor with a well-known and influential family background.
Khanin Atsawathewathin became the most scrutinized individual overnight, exactly as Dhipabawon had intended.
The stark contrast, the elusive royal appearance that was once hard to grasp, now vanished with a single press conference from Khanin.
After the press conference concluded, all non-Atsawathewathin families were required to return to their respective capitals, in accordance with regulations that prohibited them from residing or entering the designated areas of the Royal Palace. They are allowed with permission or during the period of the Sovereign-King selection ceremony.
Classic music played from the record player, combined with the aroma of chamomile tea, providing a slight relaxation and easing of tension. The elderly man leading the conversation was Charan, the caretaker who had looked after Khanin since his childhood.
Even until this moment, he remained undeniably handsome, with a facial structure that was half reminiscent of his mother and half of his father, complemented by a prominent nose and well-defined lips. His fair skin contrasted with his jet-black hair, making Charan stand out from the crowd.
Dhipabawon knew that this attractive appearance attracted numerous people who attempted to establish a relationship with Charan, but he had never seen the other party reciprocate those feelings.
Perhaps it was because Charan was too committed to his duties.
“Chamomile tea is my favorite, do you know why, Charan?” The conversation continued as the older man gestured for Charan to join him in sipping the tea.
“Because it's a taste that truly relaxes the senses, not just a beverage for socializing.”
Dhipabawon chuckled softly as he held the teacup with trembling hands, following the rhythm of time.
“You understand me well. Let's drink together.”
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