The Next Prince, Chapter 24 pg3
The Next Prince, Chapter 24 pg3
“Comply with the order, Chakri.” Khanin smiled coolly as a warning that no one else had the right to refuse.
Chakri arrived late, and before realizing it, he had to bow his head and follow the Young Prince without any other choice.
“Um... I acknowledge, Your Highness.”.
“Alright, we will go to 'Morpheus' together, without a procession, without a speech, without anyone else, just the two of us. Just Chakri and me... Here, give me your answer!” the royal boy announced loudly and then asked what the person who promised to help with everything could do, besides... “I received your command!”
That's it. Ah, just like that... diligently stay with Chakri!
…
The art school, 'Morpheus,' had a certain number of people booked for its services on Sunday afternoons. After Charan disappeared for a while, his return to reopen the courses and accommodate a limited number of students resulted in a well-received response, as expected.
Charan hurriedly buzzed around since morning, but for him, it was quite good to immerse himself in something he loved. It seemed to help alleviate his thoughts about someone else, even if only for a short period of time.
“Thank you very much.” The renowned owner of the art school thanked the last customer politely. Charan stood waiting to personally escort his last student at the entrance.
This young man treated everyone who came to use the services at 'Morpheus' attentively, and because of that, the number of people who came to use the services was limited.
The wall clock indicated that it was late afternoon, and in just a few hours, the sun would set. The tall owner of the establishment went to attend to the art supplies. He cleaned and tidied everything, without relying on anyone.
One reason was that this art school was not large, and the other reason was that Charan disliked extravagance. He wanted to take care of everyone who came to use the services here inclusively.
Sharp eyes glanced at the washed paint dishes, and the quietness spread, indicating that there was no one else at this place besides him. Charan checked everything one last time after storing away the supplies.
After finishing everything, he walked toward the curved doorway with a black curtain hung, passing through the curtain and stepping into the garden connected to the sanctuary of the Phitakthewa.
Everything was his own desire to allocate the land in the same area for maximum benefit. The young man chose to build an art school within the perimeter of his home rather than accept offers of new land from the SovereignKing.
The thick-skinned hand was slightly raised as a means of forbidding anyone who appeared to confront each other immediately upon entering the village's territory. Narong, the old family's butler, lowered his head slightly and stood still, knowing his duties.
Charan disliked having someone constantly fawning over him. Whenever he needed help, it was best for him to appear at that time. He climbed up the stairs to the second floor of the house, leaving himself to sit on the edge of the bed after futilely looking for something to occupy himself with.
Warm breath exhaled, diffusing. Charan glanced at the remote control placed not too close but not too far and turned his gaze toward the bookshelf corner. He didn't plan to turn on the television, chiefly because the person he tried not to think about... kept appearing on every channel.
It's not just in his thoughts...
The news agency continued to be preoccupied with Khanin, so the tall man chose to divert his attention to reading to pass the time. He walked directly to the bookshelf corner, picked up a book, and returned to sit on the bed.
The collection of philosophical proverbs had something interesting to learn, but Charan didn't feel like immersing himself in the letters or memorizing any particular sentence until his eyes stumbled upon a text... in the category of love.
It's something that Charan doesn't pay much attention to and often overlooks. Except for this time, where the meaning of certain sentences in the book made him question himself.
Sometimes love doesn't come at the right time.
And sometimes keeping everything to oneself may be the best option.
So, what kind of love is it? And how frustrating is that feeling of being untimely? Is it more or less than what he currently feels?
Kree-Kree-Kree.
The ringing from the communication device in his pocket, accompanied by a vibration, interrupted all the scattered thoughts of Charan, prompting him to answer the call, trying to quickly regain a composed face when he saw who was contacting him.
[How are you? I've been so busy that I didn't check if you arrived there or not. Are you at home?]
The image of Itti appeared immediately after the tall figure answered, wearing a smile that matched the cheerful person, contrasting with Charan's lack of energy to enthusiastically respond.
“Uh, I'm home.”
[And what about Nong Nin?]
The names of certain people mentioned by Itti were no different from the venom of a large fire ant that bit into Charan's heart, causing him to fall silent momentarily, taking a small breath as he realized how difficult it was to avoid someone else so coldly in his already shattered life.
“He is not here.”
[Oh? Why? Did you two have an argument?]
“We didn't argue.”
[Then why are you living separately?]
Charan wanted to divert his gaze and pretend to be engrossed in watching a play, pretending to be ignorant of the rumors about Khanin spreading worldwide. Does the other person not know about the newly arrived heir apparent of Emmaly?
While Itti seemed to enjoy playing the role of a detective, trying to interrogate the suspect. Meanwhile, he tried hard to act nonchalant in his responses.
“And why should we be together?”
[So you two are arguing for real, huh?]
“We're not arguing.”
[But your face looks so sad... Did you make my Nong Nin upset?]
Charan wasn't sure what the main cause of his twitching eyebrow was, while Itti accused him of looking sorrowful or when his close friend mentioned someone else as the cause.
“He's not mine... Itti.”
Silence ensued. While his close friend didn't seem to care about what
Charan saw as important and needed to be corrected. Itti decided to speak up until the young man had to reluctantly speak the truth, putting a stop to all the acting in this particular play.
[Nong Nin...]
“You saw it in the news too... Yes, you can stop calling me Young-Lord and use my common name.”
[Huh, say it out loud then! You liar! You made me believe until I trusted you!]
Itti stopped wearing masks. The young man, owner of the bar, was irritated by the hoarse voice.
“I have to.”
[But speak up. You guys... really look like a couple.]
“I did what I had to do.”
[What duty? Atsawathewathin’s Phitakthewa Guard, isn't it? So why are you here alone, not taking care of him?]
The interrogative sentence of a close friend stirred up Charan's troubled mind. He remained silent for almost a minute before finally finding his own voice.
“It's no longer my duty.”
[Not your duty? Oh, Ran, this doesn't make any sense at all. You crossed the waters and oceans to bring him from England. When he agreed to come, you don't know if you would or not take care of him. I said once you take responsibility for him, you have to go all the way.]
There's no need to say that Itti is on whose side. He's his close friend, but he's closely attached to Khanin, as evidenced by Charan being blamed from the start until now.
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