The Next Prince, Chapter 25 pg5
The Next Prince, Chapter 25 pg5
Highness... So you can step to the right.”
“Is that so?” When he heard Chakri take on the role of the female dance partner, Khanin followed suit.
He tightly held his hand and stood still, “Yes, Your Highness.”
“Okay.” The young man collected his composure and concentration as he tried to imitate Chakri's teaching style, almost emulating him completely, with just a touch lacking... It was that he accidentally stepped on the larger foot of his butler.
“Careful, oh...” Chakri lifted his foot, but the toe didn't escape unscathed.
Khanin widened his eyes and immediately apologized and expressed regret. While assuming a posture to lean down and assess the injured foot of his training partner.
“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Khun Kri, does it hurt...”
“I am alright... It's alright, father.” People with lower status can deny being a palanquin bearer. The butler's expression now seems more distressed than when he had his foot stepped on.
“Let me see...”
“No, Your Highness... Another important matter, you should be cautious of yourself, or else you may step on the feet of dancing partners again. The more ceremonial it is, the more precisely we must follow the rhythm, and we must wear the royal insignia at the right moment, Your Highness... If there is a mistake, it will be a big mistake.”
“I'm sorry.” When he saw that the other side took on the role of the stern teacher, Khanin took advantage of that moment to express what was on his mind. Khanin’s round face with raised eyebrows looked puzzled, his perplexed posture indicated that he wanted him to explain further.
“...”
“I apologize for earlier and yesterday... I made you very uncomfortable, didn't I? Did I offend or hurt you?”
Considering that he was called to guard last night, Khanin thought that Chakri wouldn't be able to escape as well. The young man's demeanor gave away his feelings to the other side, and undoubtedly, those actions had touched your father deeply.
Chakri's gaze shifted abruptly. From initial confusion, it turned into a resolute heart that led him to lean closer and speak.
“Just a little... But Your Highness, it's alright, you need not feel guilty.”
“Who reprimanded you?”
The Sovereign-King, Your Highness...”
“What did grandfather say?” asking with genuine concern, Khanin knew well that he was the main cause of others' agitation.
“His Majesty is aware of everything that happened yesterday, Your Highness. There is a royal command for me to better serve... and His Majesty has also ordered me to focus on the Young-Lord's performance, which includes displaying the royal grace during the opening, Your Highness.”
The young man recalled the command from his grandfather to find a performance to showcase the next heir's potential in the upcoming introduction, even though his grandfather allowed it to be a simple show, Khanin knew better.
It should not be too easy... Because if he is easily satisfied from the beginning, the next heir, Atsawathewathin, would become a weak point in the game immediately.
“Mister Butler, shouldn't worry, trust me.”
“...”
“I guarantee that this time it will impress everyone to the max.”
The schedule for the traditional dance rehearsal of the heir apparent does not only apply to Khanin alone. Evaa and Ramil also need to practice to avoid mistakes on the actual day. Both royal descendants must follow the plan arranged by others.
It was not difficult for Evaa, but for Ramil... he considered traditional dance rehearsals as a trivial matter of no significant interest.
Ramil did not cooperate as much as he should have. Finally, the teacher who came to teach had to retreat, inside the spacious rectangular room, the melody for dance practice still echoed. Petai sneakily observed the person taller than himself, before quietly withdrawing his breath.
Your Highness, you are not focused on rehearsal.” The muffled sound occurred because there was no one in this rectangular room.
Ramil shifted his gaze away from the mobile phone screen and looked at the person who dared to challenge him in a way that no one had ever dared before.
“It's pointless. Why bother rehearsing? You know I can dance even with my eyes closed.” The sound of footsteps indicated that Ramil was not oblivious to being watched. Petai complained while turning to face him, clearly disappointed that he had garnered the attention of only the Minister's sole son.
“It's not about that. Even though you can dance, following a schedule is something one must do. It's the duty of the prince...”
“The prince's duties... How boring...” Ramil retorted, then rose from his lounge chair on one side of the room and proceeded towards the person who sat next to the expensive record player.
“What are you doing?” Some part of Petai's body leaned in closer to the armrest as soon as someone else approached, thick hands on both sides of Ramil's foot, preventing him from escaping.
“I want to find something less boring to do.” A mischievous smile played at the corner of the speaker's mouth. Ramil leaned in closer, maintaining a slight distance to discreetly observe the reactions of the person next to him.
“The door...” Petai did not push back, instead, he raised an eyebrow and whispered a few words that deviated from Ramil's expectations.
“Locked.” The corner of the person's mouth held in an upward smile as they turned to face the owner of the name, his eyes revealing a slight resistance while his lips edged closer to the same organ.
“...”
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