The Next Prince, Chapter 33 pg1
The Next Prince, Chapter 33 pg1
Chapter 33: Possiveness.
Above the Royal Palace in the scorching midday sun. Despite the blowing wind, it couldn't help Young Prince's devoted butler feel any less relieved.
After Young Prince Khanin gathered all the members, he gave everyone instructions to gather here for a meeting to prepare for the upcoming intense competition. It was evident that everyone collaborated well.
All members arrived on time in the morning. They also helped each other plan meticulously...
Where are we?
Chakri took a breath. Everything mentioned earlier was his sole desire. In reality... Itti arrived together with Charan as the first two individuals. They started the conversation by chatting about the entertainment industry without ceasing.
While inviting the Young Prince to take time off for leisure during practice, Charan, sitting beside him, remained silent and stared at the Young Prince as if trying to decipher some kind of magic, frozen like a stone.
There's no need to hold back even a bit...
As for the others, they arrived one by one later. Mira, Vetis, and Jirat in sequence. The former stage actor arrived with a homemade cake made by his family.
The young butler admitted it was delicious. Moist and flavorful cake dispersed any tension. Oh... that's it. The cake's taste sparked new conversations about planning a trip to enjoy beef stew and pastry at Jirat's homestay.
Everyone in the team seemed excited... It was a good thing.
However, what happened now wasn't the most important thing, right?
We can discuss our trips another day.
But today, let's be a little serious!
The actions left the young butler with a throbbing headache, but duty called. Seeing Young Prince and the other gentlemen in constant conversation, he worried that everyone's throats would dry up. Therefore, he secretly went out and prepared refreshments.
Chakri walked down the hallway, taking a breath, hoping everyone would engage in a more serious conversation upon their return. The leading butler walked alongside the ladies of the court, dressed in red, escorting a tray of refreshments to the Young Prince Khanin's study. His worried expression remained evident, to the point that one of the court ladies had to ask.
“What's wrong, Khun Chatri? I saw you take a breath earlier.”
“Nothing at all, come on. The Young Prince will be waiting if we linger.” He replied with a smiling face, hiding his worry, and exhaled another breath. Then he gently knocked on the door to the study.
“May I have permission to enter... Your Highness, I've brought refreshments, Your Highness...”
It was silent without any sound allowed. Chakri furrowed his brow as he sensed something abnormal. The hesitant butler finally turned to give orders to the people around him.
“You all go back to your own work. I'll serve the refreshments to the Young Prince myself.” He raised his index finger and put on his glasses before continuing with the whole story. Chakri waited until everyone else left. He then took care of the trolley and pushed it through the small door into the Young Prince's study room.
Inside the room, which used to be filled with the team of swordsmen ready for action, there was no one left. The butler stopped frowning and swept his gaze around the sitting area in the Young Prince's small bedroom before his eyes caught sight of an open door.
As expected, there was nothing wrong. Now, everyone moved from the sitting room and gathered in the small room that Young Prince Khanin called the War Room. All eyes were fixed on the projector screen displaying a clip of the national team's sword fighting competition.
The formidable member of the Puchongpisut team... The atmosphere in the room had changed, and everyone looked different from earlier in the morning. Chakri remained calm and composed, while the person seated in the position of chairman turned to see.
“Let's rewind and watch the clip again. From what we've seen, this athlete's footwork... Oh, butler, you're back.”
“I apologize for leaving and returning without your permission, Your Highness.” Chakri touched his forehead with his fingertips and then placed his hand on his left chest as a sign of respect. He felt somewhat guilty for his momentary thought that seemed about to reveal what they were waiting for.
“No one else is outside, right?”
“That's right, Your Highness.”
“Well then, let's continue the discussion. Now that Chakri is back, I brought everyone here to watch the swordfighting clip together. I apologize for the diversion earlier. It seemed like pointless talk. I just didn't want others to know what we were planning.” The Young Prince glanced and then turned to pick up the remote control to switch off the projector displaying the images.
The Young Prince's words left Chakri stunned, and the butler's bulky figure remembered the morning incident when he realized there was another palace maid present. She had been called by him to assist in receiving the Young Prince's guests. If there were any special requests, they could be arranged quickly.
Chakri wiped his eyes with a handkerchief, feeling regretful for not knowing anything and for getting slightly annoyed at the team's apparent imminent downfall even before the match started.
Ah... Young Prince. I apologize for mistakenly thinking negatively like that.
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