The Next Prince, Chapter 28 pg1
The Next Prince, Chapter 28 pg1
Chapter 28: Trust.
‘Tonight... if we talk about Khanin and Charan, is there anything to worry about? Since our country has already legalized same-sex marriage, whoever dates whom should be their right. If you have any opinions, it can only be congratulations.’
The sound of interviews from the cousins came out from Khanin's iPad, while Ramil maintained a calm face in front of the camera and numerous reporters, his happiness unchanged.
On the other side, there was a small smile adorning their faces to avoid appearing too intimidating. They were smart in their responses and conducted themselves impeccably. Ramil, with his media handling skills honed in a prominent lineage.
However, deep inside, there was a true feeling that no one needed to guess. It was clear that the reporters had asked them strange and repetitive questions countless times.
“The internet buzz is strong, Your Highness...” Chakri, the worried figure, with a concerned expression, voiced his stress. Meanwhile, Khanin simply stopped the news report video and switched to Twitter to check the social media trends.
There were close follower by their side, like Charan, standing tall in a calm and serene posture, sometimes appearing lost in thought. Different from Khanin, who did not show the slightest agitation on his face.
“It's okay, let it go. Trying to suppress others from talking about it won't work. I don't see any harm. Emmaly has equal rights in marriage, and besides, this country has accepted the basic rights of all genders.”
“…”
“Another thing... if criticism or discussion does not exceed boundaries and become disrespectful or violent, I think it's not a big deal. It limits the freedom of others if once Young Prince is mentioned, others can't speak about it. But if discussing these matters causes harm to the person being talked about, I won't agree to that either.”
“…”
“No one should ever have to say the bad words or harmful intentions if the said words and intentions are harmful and bad. Khun Charan.”
The word 'Khun Charan' called the owner of the name to turn their gaze. The taller figure carefully observed the Young Prince's words before responding approvingly, leading to a small smile from the younger one.
“Your Highness agrees too, but I just want to caution you about public image...” The person within the frame, always speaking in measured tones, calmly expressed their thoughts.
Khanin smiled. He didn't think too much because he understood well the nature of individuals shaped differently. Chakri always planned everything, while the other side was conditioned to be cautious and follow the norms. There must be moments when they felt uneasy about his actions.
“I'll try, shall we? it's better to discuss planning for upcoming competitions.” The young man reluctantly agreed. He chose his words carefully, knowing that something would happen in the next chapter. Khanin made the decision. He had to use this momentum to shield himself. In any case, it wouldn't be easy to calm down such fervent love news.
The slim figure shifted slightly, adopting a more serious stance as they were about to discuss important matters. Their gaze met with the tall person, which caused Charan to stop raising his eyebrows, instead replacing them with a questioning sentence.
“?”
“I would like you to help find someone with exceptional sword skills in this country, but not someone within the system or affiliated with any club. Can you do that, please?”
The whole room was silent after Khanin's request. Charan stayed silent for a moment, lost in thought, before finally pausing and responding.
“It's not a problem, Your Highness, but it might take some time.”
Khanin nodded, understanding that matters like this would take time, and he had great trust in Charan. Thinking that the other party must have enough breadth to assist in this matter.
“I can wait... Is there anything you would like to say, Mister Butler?” Because he noticed the worried expression on Chakri's face, moments of pursed lips, and posture that seemed to be holding back something, Khanin greeted him.
“Well... how can we know, Your Highness, if someone outside the system is really capable or not?” The conscientious butler expressed concerns about the potential risks, but Khanin responded with a wide smile. Because everything went according to his plan, just like talking to you, everything went smoothly.
“That's exactly what I want, Chakri. I don't want anyone to guess or find out things about us, let's compete fully. If they know everything, where's the fun?”
“And how will Khun Charan find out, Your Highness?” Chakri's face remained filled with worry. Because the patriarch still didn't know the true skills of Charan, the other party's doubts were understandable.
“I have a detective friend, who knows people in high places. They can help us. Charan didn't lie when he intended to seek their assistance, but he didn't think to explain anything further.
“I'll provide you with the names and addresses, Khun Charan. I want to travel and meet them myself.”
“Will you go on your own?”
This time, Khanin surprised the young man quite a bit. His eyebrows arched and his eyes met the young man's gaze.
“Yes. I don't want to use methods like other families, but I want to use genuine intentions. I want them to know that I came with the intention of choosing them, just like I chose you, with a heart that chooses your group.” It is the initial strategy of winning hearts, heartfelt words that affect the listener's feelings.
Chakri smiled. The young butler's eyes were beaming, indicating excitement. As for Charan, he didn't say anything, but deep down, he thought that Khanin was truly skilled... about the art of manipulating and winning over people.
“But if we choose someone outside the system and news leaks out, people in society or other families will surely have doubts and ask questions. Will this cause another uproar, Your Highness?”
“That's correct. Because my plan is to make everyone confused...” Khanin replied with a joking tone, his beautiful lips curved slightly, displaying a mischievous charm.
Chakri paused, his face filled with confusion, agreeing that the actions of the young prince indeed puzzled him.
…
The afternoon air was sultry, the sky overcast with rain clouds. Khanin sat on a leather sofa by the window, holding an iPad, reading the history of the candidates and their impressive swordplay skills before stating his desires and waiting patiently for the arrival of what he wanted.
Charan worked faster than expected, and a close friend from the other side, a detective, helped gather information and sent it in. One of them had the highest record in sword combat skills and was someone Khanin knew well.
Itti, the owner of a club in Thailand, and a close friend of Charan.
“You seem to have great knife skills.”
“Not just knife skills, but sword skills as well.”
“You've said too much.”
“You're talented, skilled.”
“You've seen me, that's it. I stopped focusing on swordplay a long time ago. Now I'm only skilled in the kitchen.”
Memories of the past flooded back. Khanin recalled that Charan had praised Itti's swordsmanship, tapping his finger on the iPad screen before sitting down to read the detailed biography of Itti Mahanapon, in great detail.
Being the only child, he had a remarkable history of swordplay since his school days but lacked support. Because his family intended to relocate back to Thailand, they didn't pay attention to this matter, making him a talented individual.
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