The Next Prince, Chapter 31 pg2
The Next Prince, Chapter 31 pg2
“His biography doesn't have anything remarkable.” Charan's expression seemed like a storytelling sentence, but in reality, it was more of a questioning statement. Furrowing his brows slightly, the curiosity surged suddenly within him.
The movements of the other party, the organization of his body... That's really interesting.
“Isn't it strange that his biography isn't outstanding, but his skills are interesting? Maybe he's concealing his swordsmanship. Maybe he's playing underground.” Khanin's opinion echoed what Charan was already pondering.
The young man paused before finally agreeing to embark on the hunting boat together.
“You can try. I'll have Vathit check Jirat's biography again.”
“But Nin wants to go find him personally... Uh... I mean... I wants to go find him right now, today.”
The pronouns kept changing from third person to first person, causing a slight twitch in Charan's thick eyebrows. He lowered his gaze to the thin line of the slightly swollen lips before asking the lingering question.
And, of course, it had nothing to do with the work they were currently discussing.
“Strange, why didn't you refer to yourself as Nin like before?”
“Well... It's tiring.” With dark brown eyes avoiding eye contact, Khanin glanced at his iPad, while Charan didn't intend to let it pass.
“We told each other we would call ourselves by our names normally.” Reminding him of the agreement they previously had, the heat made Khanin quickly avert his gaze and rub his temples.
“I mean... I mean using ordinary words to talk, not referring to ourselves with pronouns.”
Unaware, Charan brushed it off, a hint of a smile forming, feeling an itch in his heart as he noticed Khanin's diverted gaze. The more he saw Khanin pursing his lips and looking elsewhere, the more he felt an inexplicable itch in his heart.
It was inappropriate to say that everything had started feeling strange at some point. Previously, he didn't like anyone getting too close or acting intimate.
But now he thought. If Khanin replaced use his name instead of pronoun and called him ‘Phii’... that would be lovely.
“...”
“Also... the reason for calling him back then was so that others would understand that we're close, like... courting or something.”
The quieter Charan became, the more various phrases popped up, and his unusual postures and gestures made the older people burst into gentle laughter in their throats.
“Hehe.”
Hmm... adorable.
“Why are you laughing, what's funny?” Khanin furrowed his brows, his catlike eyes slanted, unintentionally reflecting Charan's previous thoughts.
“And I don't want it to be like that.” Charan asked softly, the charming smile adorning his handsome face enticing the blush on Khanin's cheeks that inadvertently turned to make eye contact.
“Well... I want it to be like that.”
“So should we make it smooth, call me and you. If anyone hears, they might think we're... flirting.”
Khanin thinks he's not naive. In those deep black eyes, there is a flicker of curiosity, looking at enchanting strangeness.
“Oh... by now they're probably suspecting something. No need to suspect, to sum it up, I'll take the lead. If you don't take me, I'll go myself.” Returning to the original topic, Khanin's unexpected change of plans forced Charan to let go of the little kitten for now.
The kitten woke up just in time...
“If we go, promise in advance not to be stubborn, not to resist, and to believe everything. Even though the turbulent atmosphere outside makes Charan feel uneasy in some ways, allowing Khanin to stray or travel on his own is even more dangerous.
If you refuse again, there's no escape but to leave on your own, adding more chaos than before. This time's decision on what to do and how to do it will be difficult, but it's probably best to stay close by and try to control behavior.
“Okay, I promise, I won't be stubborn or resist, I'll stay within sight, take me. Please. Please. Please...”
“Oh... if we're going, we need to hurry and get ready, driving from here to Jirat's house won't take long, but if it rains, the journey might be difficult.” Not sure if that's the case. Maybe because of the spoiled child, now Charan is more easily persuaded.
The young man with a plain face looked outside the window, gazing at the sky outside the palace for a moment, calculating distances and time, all in his mind.
Actually, Charan doesn't like to take risks on days when the weather is likely to rain, but the desires of the young lord are more important. If it doesn't rain when driving, there shouldn't be a problem.
As soon as the dark gray Mercedes-Benz van came to a stop, the prince in pilot attire jumped down and stood with arms wide, embracing the cool breeze. Khanin took a deep breath and turned to gaze at the surrounding scenery with his piercing eyes.
In front was a towering mountain, followed by a row of villages. Along the road, there were small homestay signs indicating the correct direction.
“The weather is so nice... different from downtown Daveen.” The young man of tender age, still with outstretched arms, gently closed them to block the warm sound and immediately approached the person of royal blood, following their spiritual connection.
“Be careful, there's danger outside. Don't open the door by yourself next time, wait first, you know.” The older person spoke in a harsh tone, but the listener turned and smiled sweetly, playing with the almost fading eyes.
“I told you we're just here for a casual visit. Don't be angry, okay?” Khanin reminded himself of the agreement they had discussed and decided to stick to the original plan.
“No matter what, we shouldn't argue.”
“Understood!” The young prince struck a pose, straightened his body, and raised his hand to tap his chest in imitation of the reaction when receiving orders. Seeing his older brother merely sigh, he didn't complain any further and made a change of topic. “Let's go.”
“Oh, this way.” The older person gestured towards the front, symbolizing that the person accompanying him should walk ahead to show respect.
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