The Next Prince, Chapter 27 pg7
The Next Prince, Chapter 27 pg7
“Young-Lord Ramil, what is your opinion on the criticism of Young-Lord Khanin's conduct tonight? Is it a burden as the heir of the royal bloodline like him?”
A daring reporter asked. Because Emmaly is a country that grants freedom to the media. So it's not surprising that today Ramil was shot with questions that are the hot topic during the interview.
The only son of the Puchongpisut family still maintains a neutral face. Ramil drew a charming smile on his face before responding to that question politely, but it was clear on the point.
“Tonight... Do we still have to talk about Khanin and Charan, is there anything to worry about? Since our country has legalized same-sex marriage, who someone is dating should be their right. If you want my opinion, there should be nothing but congratulations.”
“Uh...”
“I think it would be better if we focus on today's event. Do you think so?”
The printed smile in his heart urged the observer to look closer at Ramil's face.
The young man controlled the situation well, as if he had been trained thoroughly. Ramil not only controlled the situation but he was good at controlling emotions and facial expressions in front of the media. Ramil did an excellent job without losing to anyone.
His inner feelings were unknown to anyone, except... his close follower.
Petai followed closely behind the person who seemed to be the master of his own destiny, entering the bedroom, the top floor of the Puchongpisut family palace. The private space that no one was allowed to enter without permission from the Young-Lord.
“Why does the media like to play with the topic of love? Who loves who, why does it matter? It's annoying.” A phrase written in calligraphy almost immediately appeared when the door of the closed room opened.
The tall figure dropped down and sat on the sofa, and the face that used to have a smile when talking face-to-face with the camera changed as if it was a different person.
However, Petai knew well what was true.
“It's normal, you're not tired of it yet.” Royal language conversation was not brought up unless there was no one else present.
Petai sat down on the same sofa with a calm expression, without caring about the distance as a good follower would do to his master.
Ramil didn't like him to have formalities, the other party hated it when he used royal language or treated them differently like people of different status. Therefore, Petai chose to use it only when he wanted to irritate the listener.
Or when he wanted to stimulate seriousness, like calling a name that rarely happened...
Knock, knock.
“Sivakorn is here to request an audience, Your Highness.”
The sound of a knock on the door along with the statement from the small butler stopped the conversation between Ramil and Petai in the middle of the track.
The son of the Minister of Defense suddenly rose and walked to the door, opening it with a gesture of unity, as if just minutes ago there had been no unusual events.
He remained a loyal follower serving Young Prince without any flaws.
“Permission granted, Your Highness, regarding the matter of the Young
Prince assigned to investigate...” Sivakorn reported that he had been
instructed by Ramil to handle an important matter, and some information regarding the Thawetmetha family had been revealed.
In about ten minutes, it seemed that the detailed report would come to an end. Ramil closed his eyes silently to process the plan for the next step.
“Thank you very much, Sivakorn. You may go now.” Despite not losing sight, Sivakorn nodded briefly and left.
“Farewell, Your Highness.”
Petai remained silent. At this time, he couldn't catch a glimpse of Ramil's expression, but he could guess that hidden emotions lied beneath his calm face.
The desire for triumph grew. The excitement of experiencing competition and the challenge that the opposing party would have to face.
Evaa began to move, and we also had to start.
“Investigating Young Princess Evaa, and don't you think of sending someone to investigate Young Prince Khanin as well.” The owner of the White Mansion asked. Petai did not think of anything beyond speaking, as he wanted to remind Ramil to think carefully.
But it seemed that both of them understood differently.
“Why do you want to investigate... Is it because of personal matters?”
“...”
“I've heard that Khanin plans to appoint Charan as his affectionate companion, just like you.”
...
“...”
“That's breaking. If that couple does everything like we do, would you still want to study art like him?”
Ramil's eyebrows twitched for a split second under the sharp gaze of Petai. Petai didn't feel anything about the debate, except for a slight annoyance at the childish behavior of the tall man, until he found a way to respond... in his own way.
“If studying can help heal the mind, then it's worth studying.”
“Hmm...”
“Ramil. If you ask and I can't answer, you don't have to ask later.”
A short, concise sentence with a clear intention, personal pronouns that Ramil both liked and loathed at the same time, were picked up and used by Petai.
This time, Ramil had to be the one to quiet down and suppress himself.
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