The Next Prince, Chapter 30 pg4
The Next Prince, Chapter 30 pg4
“I want a chance, I want to have the spotlight again. Right now, I'm out of work... I need an opportunity. I can wield a sword, you can test... means, let someone else test me too.” Because he heard news that Charan of the Phitakthewa men were not into the swordplay, Jae changed his target.
“I don't understand how requesting to join the team is related to your job loss, and also... didn't you hear the news about Young Prince's intention to buy people from the club?”
“I heard, but because there hasn't been an official purchase agreement yet, that's why I'm here. And the reason for wanting to join the team is that I have no other choice. I... can't go back to the entertainment industry. If you check my records, you will probably know that my reputation... is not good.”
“...”
“But it's not true, in fact, I'm not fixated on being a part of Atsawathewathin's team. I've tried everywhere, but I can't enter, can't approach anyone else. What's important... right now, only Atsawathewathin hasn't agreed to lease or officially buy anyone.
Charan didn't say anything, just silently collecting information, but in his musings, Jirat might have lied to please each other, and the other party should praise Atsawathewathin to make him satisfied, but it's not like that.
“...”
“Can you please help me? This is truly my last chance in life. I want to meet Young Prince Khanin.” A desperate plea for sympathy.
Charan hesitates for a moment, before deciding to rely more on his rationality than his emotions.
He doesn't want this situation to get complicated, so he intends to refuse.
Khanin should not encounter any unforeseen risks, but he has yet to offer any assistance. The person who promised him to watch through the surveillance camera has yet to take action.
“If you can meet me, what next...” Khanin gazes at the unfamiliar person. While the person seems to have lost hope, a glimmer of hope rekindles in their eyes.
The unexpected encounter with the royal prince startles Jirat, causing the young actor to react openly.
“Young Prince...” The sudden elation causes Jirat to shift his stance, altering the dynamics that had been established.
The young man steps forward, blocking Khanin's path, using his presence as a shield. The spirit within him, designed to protect, rises swiftly, but also penetrates deep into the heart of the one it possesses.
“What now?” A small, gentle hand taps lightly on the wide back, revealing their proximity. These gestures cause Charan to soften his vigilant stance.
“Your Highness, I hope that once you've settled the matter with Your
Highness, you won't bother Your Highness again.”
“...”
“Please, you are the only person capable of helping, Your Highness.”
Khanin contemplates, unsure whether it's the sincerity conveyed in the words or the similarity in gaze to Mira that ultimately convinces him to give another person a chance.
“Alright. If it's that important, let's give it a try.” The young boy offers Jirat a glimmer of hope.
The former theatrical performer, with a wide smile, once again paints a picture of his own future, after having been immersed in darkness for so long.
Khanin wastes no time. He requests the use of the rehearsal room in Phitakthewa Mansion as a battleground. And now, Jae Jirat stands ready in white attire, prepared for the swordplay.
His small, agile hands break into a sweat, and a hint of nervousness rises within his chest when facing the final judgment with the last chance of his life.
The royal prince doesn't waste words. He commences the sword-fighting scene immediately. As soon as the time comes, everything follows the rules of the competition. However, there are certain aspects that both Charan and Khanin find intriguing.
Jae-Jirat was not as easy to defeat as initially thought. Sword competitions, which usually conclude quickly, take a bit longer, but the techniques of swordplay and defenses of this theatrical actor make him quite interesting.
Charan held his hands to his chest, looking at the two individuals in front of him wearing sword-fighting attire. Beside him are Itti and Mira, without uttering a word. Even until the final moments of the competition, the host rises from his seat simultaneously with the announcement of the verdict.
“...” Khanin removed his mask.
Jirat remains silent, adeptly concealing his defeated emotions on his face, but the spark in his captivating eyes certainly doesn't go unnoticed, particularly by Young Prince.
“You're amazing...” Khanin truly admires Jirat's skill. While the outcome of the sword-fighting declares the royal prince as the victor, for someone with talent, he finds Jae incredibly intriguing.
It might be because the other party has skills in acting on stage, and their body movements are smooth. Khanin sees it as a strength. If he were to practice and improve this skill, he would undoubtedly stand out.
“I...”
“...”
I should go as well.” Jirat no longer resists. He takes off his mask, defies a smile, and bows his head respectfully to the person in front of him, including the owner of the place and others who are watching.
The former theater actor falls silent. However, he still maintains the habit of turning his back and walking away, although not quick enough to avoid the observant eyes.
Charan, Khanin, Itti, and Mira all agree that Jae Jirat's facial expression and demeanor may be true.
…
The afternoon sky in the country of Emmaly is filled with clouds. Ramil stirs slightly as he begins to awaken, having had the most fulfilling sleep of the week.
The young man twists his body, and his warm hands glide over the bed, touching the slim figure of someone who had been entwined in carnal matters with him all night. His thick eyebrows furrow, and his sleepy eyes open, able to perceive the presence of a tall and fit person who cannot be felt by touch alone.
Petai was gone.
“Petai...” Ramil calls out, scanning with searching eyes. Then Ramil sits up, allowing the blanket that covered his body to fall, gathering at his waist, revealing the well-maintained abdominal muscles of a healthy person.
The surroundings are quiet and devoid of any response or even the sound of footsteps from others. Ramil's eyebrows furrow, feeling a sense of unease as he quickly gets out of bed.
“Petai...” Since there was no response, he called out again. With his thick hands, he grabs a dark bathing robe that is nearby and puts it on before walking towards the door to search for the person he needs to see.
Where did he go?
…
In another corner of the palace's flower garden, amidst blooming hydrangeas, the pale blue of the petals contrasts with the lush green leaves, creating a beautiful sight to behold.
The sound of pruning shears cutting through branches resounds in the tranquil atmosphere. In front of Rachata is a tall bouquet of hydrangeas. Petai stands still, not showing any expression on his face, except for clasping his hands together calmly.
Petai bows his head, waiting patiently until the leader of the clan raises his gaze from the flowers that hold both benefits and harms. Rachata gazes at the person who holds the position of his son's closest confidante with eyes that cannot guess his thoughts. “Take this.”
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