The Next Prince, Chapter 30 pg5
The Next Prince, Chapter 30 pg5
“Thank you, Your Eminence.” One bouquet of hydrangeas is handed over. The truth is, Petai doesn't want to accept it, but with his lower status, he has no right to refuse, so in the end, he is forced to take it.
“Why did Ramil go to that club tonight?” Rachata takes a moment to breathe before addressing the important matter. Petai knows well in his heart that this is the main reason he was summoned abruptly.
His fingertips tap gently on the book cover not far away. Rachata places his gaze on that book instead of the face of someone who is overwhelmed by the suffocating atmosphere that expands beyond description.
“The Young Prince...” Petai pauses to take a breath. He didn't plan to find an answer to this question because he knows that lying will not be beneficial.
Rachata knows this truth well.
But if he were to tell the truth about why he went, Petai thinks that the situation might be worse than before.
“Didn't I tell you to take good care of Ramil?”
Your Highness, please forgive me.” Since he doesn't know what else to say.
Petai chose to apologize and lowered his head, while Rachata just laughed.
“Sorry... you are sorry again. How many years have you been in this position? How many times have youapologized?”
“...”
“Do you know? If news gets out that Ramil went to such a decadent place, what would happen?”
“...”
“Not only Ramil's image would be damaged, it could affect the competition for the Sovereign-King position!”
Slap!
The book fell to the grass, the impact not light enough to avoid a slight bruise. Petai closed his eyes, sensing the faint smell of diluted blood. From where, exactly?
“...”
“It's not just about Ramil's image having a problem, it could be worse, affecting the quest for the position of Sovereign-King!”
“...”
“Don't make me feel useless, Petai.”
“Your Highness, I will be more careful.”
Rachata is always like this, calling him to vent his anger that cannot be unleashed on anyone else. Then he will withdraw and disappear from sight.
“Leave.” The command is spoken in a harsh tone, not different from what was expected.
Petai nods respectfully before walking away. He strides along the stone path in the garden, passing hidden corners until he decides to stop walking.
He hides there, concealing his breath with weariness when he touches his hand to his lips and discovers a small wound.
His drooping eyelids slowly lower, the back that used to be upright and graceful now feeling reluctant to stay here any longer. But before he can decide, the heavy footsteps approaching remind him that someone is heading this way.
The owner of the white figure takes a deep breath and looks up at the sky before deciding to step out of the hiding spot, prepared for the arrival of someone unexpected.
“Where have you been? I just woke up.” Ramil's distinctive voice resonates as soon as he sees Petai's face.
Petai lowers his head, hesitantly answering with what he thinks is most plausible, taking quick and careful steps away.
“I went for a walk.”
“Went for a walk?”
“Yes... I'm going home soon, oh...” With a sudden jerk, Petai turned to face Ramil, who had grabbed his arm from behind. Their eyes met, and Ramil could sense something abnormal.
“What is it?”
“Nothing, it's nothing.” He evaded the question subtly, but couldn't escape Ramil's keen observation. The beautiful eyes that used to be calm now revealed a glimpse of a scar on the edge of his delicate lips, and even his voice seemed different.
“What happened to your face?”
“...”
“Tell me, is it father?” Fear and anger permeated his tone, as his fingers tingled with warmth and delicately brushed against the hidden wound.
That hurts...” The white figure intended to turn away, but in the end, remained rooted in place. Petai took a deep breath. His beautiful eyes shifted to gaze directly at the person in front of him, and for a fleeting moment, a dark thought demanded something for himself.
“Speak now.”
“If I speak, then what? What can you do?”
…
Inside the luxurious room of Emmaly, Prince Kalavin-Li lay on a large bed, his eyes were focused on a theater video clip, filled with interest.
In truth, Kalavin hadn't intended to watch it. At first, he had thought of finding some activity to pass the time and alleviate his boredom, as he was forbidden by his father to travel until he found a team to sponsor him. That's why this Young Prince had come to stay here.
The person in the video suit hesitated, pressing the pause button and scrolling back to watch the beginning again, in order to evaluate one actor who stood out more than the others.
“Is that... Jae? Jae-Jirat, the theater actor.”
“Is he here for this event? How did he get invited?”
“Probably asked some media friends to get him a ticket. The media banners are hanging over there.”
“Even in a scandal wrecking like that, he still managed to find connections to benefit him.”
Light brown hair framing a small face, a thin mouth, a slightly curved nose, and a faint sadness from the night's banquet flashed briefly in his mind.
Jae-Jirat, had he really fallen like that? How strange... despite his outstanding performance, why did he disappear completely from the scene?
Curiosity prompted Kalavin to try searching for some brief information about this person's background. Numerous news websites offered negative portrayals, focusing on rumors of love affairs, unfavorable appearances, hot temper, spitefulness, and other scandals that made it understandable why the other party would choose to disappear from the entertainment industry.
Kalavin furrowed his brows slightly, not liking to judge someone based on the media or gazette’s words. So, he asked, what could be so malicious about a person named Jae?
With his slender fingers, he typed a message to contact someone who might work fast enough to help in this matter. He didn't have to wait long before the requested information about the person he wanted to know more about was forwarded to him.
Jae-Jirat, twenty-two years old, had once shone brightly as a rising star in the theater industry, a beautiful gem that everyone admired.
Within just one year of entering the industry, he was offered a prominent role in a major project, alongside a famous leading actress. Accomplished theater directors also flocked to oversee him.
It can be called a big event that many people have been waiting for. However, during that time, Jae had rumors and scandals that caused him to be removed and his name removed from that important event, as well as other related events.
From an interesting appearance, he caught the attention until the end...
Kalavin rarely pays attention to gossip, so he wouldn't care. The young prince seemed somewhat lost when encountering something abnormal.
One year before accepting that stage play, Jae had no news or scandals leaked out. But recently, he has been plagued by negative news and, importantly, it is not related to his past but entirely new events.
For Kalavin, it's suspicious... If that theater actor is not a good person, then why was there no gossip before this?
The wall clock showed that it was past two o'clock. Kalavin got up from his bed and walked to the balcony, looking at the starless sky through the clear glass windows of the luxurious building. The ringing of the phone disrupted the silence.
Kalavin picked up the communication device and found a voice message from his father, sent less than a minute ago. The young man decided to open and listen, recognizing a familiar voice uttering a sentence that sounded like a command, emphasizing that he hadn't paid attention.
[You brat are not going answer the call from even me? Your father...
Kalavin, hurry up and choose your team. I think it's time to talk to the
Young Prince directly…]
The young prince didn't wait until the end of the sentence to close the screen lock with a sigh. He threw the phone onto the sofa nearby and looked out at the landscape in front of him.
In Kalavin's mind... he still wanted to buy more time, just to be clear. For him, there was no team that met all the criteria yet...
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