The Next Prince, Chapter 3 pg3
The Next Prince, Chapter 3 pg3
“This is an urgent matter. The Sovereign-King is ill, the foundation of Atsawathewathin is weakening. Therefore, His Majesty has the intention for me to come here to take Young-Prince back.”
The weighty sentence from Charan's mouth had an impact on Tattanai's mind that should not have occurred. The middle-aged man looked down, his face drooping strangely, deviating from the happiness he used to have.
“But...”
Those strange behaviors caught the attention of Khanin, who watched them all. The young boy wandered outside and looked inside his own home, trying to listen to his father's conversation from outside, but the thick wall prevented him from hearing everything clearly. He hesitated for a moment, contemplating his actions before deciding to do something he knew was not polite to others.
Khanin intended to eavesdrop… even though he knew it was not the right thing to do.
However, the unfamiliar man who caught his attention was behaving aggressively, resembling a threat to his own father. And for sure, Khanin could not stand idly by.
The young boy sneaked into his own house through the window, using his trained light steps to quietly approach the position of the living room before stopping at a distance close enough to hear, just to observe.
“He still doesn't know anything about himself... He's just a kid.”
“No matter how long it takes, someday Young-Prince will have to know who he really is, Tattanai... As you know, Young-Prince must compete as the only heir of Atsawathewathin.” The strange man spoke with a firm voice.
“I know, but I need time to explain...”
“I understand how difficult it is.”
Tattanai was interrupted mid-sentence by the imposing figure on the sofa. The atmosphere in the once warm and cozy guest room was now tense and uncomfortable. Khanin was confused and unable to grasp the meaning behind those strange words.
“I...”
“... but Khun Tattanai, you know, don't you?”
“...”
“Nothing changes the fact that Young-Prince Khanin is of royal blood... and you are not his true father.”
The sound of the clock ticking faded away, and the air around them became icy and sharp, taking hold of their hearts.
Khanin remained still, his feet carrying him forward unconsciously. The young man stood in the middle of the room, struggling to form the hardest question he had ever asked in his life. “What did you say?”
To be continued.
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