The Next Prince, Chapter 33 pg8
The Next Prince, Chapter 33 pg8
“Where are you going?” Petai's slender hand held onto his strong forearm. From this angle, Ramil did not turn to look at each other with a smile while giving an answer.
“To practice.”
But you have been practicing all day.”
“Oh well, I still want to practice more, you can go ahead.” The royal prince left it at that before pulling his hand away, turning to grab all the sword equipment and walking out.
After closing the bedroom door, Petai secretly sighed because he knew Ramil's temperament well, that this kind of behavior from the other side meant being in an unstable emotional state, so the son of the minister decided to sit and wait.
Petai still didn't plan to go home, and since Rachata is not at the palace tonight, he decided to stay and wait for a while. The clock on the wall moved from minutes to hours.
It's late... but Ramil still hasn't eaten.
He walked gracefully, taking long strides from the top floor of the building to the dining room downstairs. On the table, there were countless dishes arranged neatly. However, there was still no trace of the shadow of the person she was looking for.
“Where is Khun Petai?” The three court ladies who were stationed in this area bowed respectfully to anyone of higher rank with a subtly submissive gesture. Petai decided to ask them
“Young Prince, has he had dinner yet?”
“Not yet, Khun Petai, he is in the rehearsal room.” One of the court ladies replied softly. It was understood that the other party probably did not allow anyone to disturb the food, as these dishes had been evaluated.
“In that case, please arrange a small set of food for me and make sure no one disturbs the young prince. I will take care of it myself.” He issued a quick order for others to follow.
The court ladies reacted immediately, moving to separate and carry out the orders without any interference. Partly because they knew very well that in a situation like this, only someone capable could weather the storm.
The evening meal was prepared and placed on plates in a prepared tray. Petai took it from the dining room, went straight to the rehearsal room on the third floor by himself, and took a deep breath before knocking on the door a few times.
“I told you not to let anyone disturb you.” The voice from behind the door indicated the speaker's mood. Ramil was annoyed, and under normal circumstances, no one would dare to come in and disturb him.
However, the person who said that wasn't Petai...
“It's me, may I come in?” The person in the room fell silent. Petai paused to process the next response he would receive, and it wasn't much different from what he expected.
“You are not an exception, Petai.” The young scion of the royal family gave a brief and somewhat malicious response. But for Petai, it was just a slight movement of his hand.
“I know... But may I see your face for just a moment? If not, we... “ He achieved the desired result, as the tone of voice rarely used helped the door that used to remain closed to open quickly and reveal the face of Ramil, which remained calm when their eyes met.
“...”
“Take this, you may come in.” He asked softly as he gestured with the tray of food, allowing the person in front to see it. He then slowly moved aside to let him in.
Ramil said nothing and stopped chasing him out anymore. Petai interpreted this as permission. A small smile appeared on the handsome, longlegged face of the Ranwin family's son as he stepped into the rehearsal room, quietly observing the other person.
“Did it hurt your hand?” He asked when he saw the person with a higher rank holding his own wrist.
Ramil remained silent and didn't respond anymore. Petai decided not to overthink it.
The child was playing with a slant, so he should indulge them a bit.
“...”
“Come eat before it gets cold.”
“I'm not hungry.”
“Eat first, I'll give you a massage later.” With a charming gleam in his eyes, Petai firmly grabbed the other person's arm, pulling him forcefully to sit down beside him, despite his reluctantly pushing back.
“I said...” Ramil still hadn't recovered from his agitation, and the royal scion seemed about to burst into refusal. However, one thing he had to accept was... Ramil wasn't skilled enough to handle Petai... both in terms of swordplay and other matters.
“I am worried about you.”
And matters of the heart.
…
The party will eventually come to an end, and everyone else has already left after the modest-sized gathering. Charan volunteered to escort Khanin to his bedroom, listening to the young man's arguments that Chakri should be able to rest now.
And the one who becomes close friends should take care of each other. Charan didn't think to refuse partly because he was willing to do so. The person older than him was carrying the owner's white-skinned body, blushing cheeks, to the bed.
“Take a rest.” Charan performed his duties excellently, guiding the young person to sit on the bedside, glancing at the red-skinned figure with sympathetic eyes.
“You.”
“Huh?” The sound of a rustling sheet from the person on the bed caught their sweet attention, signaling Charan to approach. Khanin looked somewhat anxious, contrasting with the composed and dignified appearance of the English-speaking youth that Charan had met a few months ago.
I wonder what Mira offered to drink; I seemed bewildered.
“Phii Ran...”
“Yes... I'm listening.” The term of address had changed, hesitating due to the age gap. Because Khanin was noticeably taller, Charan had to bend down, his brows slightly raised before turning into a frown, approaching each other with curiosity when he heard the next sentence.
“Do you like Petai?”
“Why ask such a question?” Charan discreetly swallowed his saliva as his eyes met the charming face that looked up at him, causing his heart to skip a beat. The other party moved slightly, brushing their cheek past one another.
“Well... You said you wanted to compete in sword fighting, why not challenge me?” A tinkling voice echoed with a charming nasal tone, causing the listener to be startled.
Charan felt puzzled and blinked, but chose to reply in a gentle tone, not seizing the opportunity to tease.
“How can I compete with you, Nin? We are on the same team.”
“That's true...” Khanin made a gesture as if he had just realized something, his boyish face puzzled to the point of being unable to hold it. Charan had to support him to lie down with a pillow.
“Go to sleep.”
“So, do you like him or not?” The curious teenager wouldn't let it go easily, bombarding Khanin even though his body was sinking into the large pillow, and his eyelids felt heavy, as if struggling against drowsiness.
“I don't like him.”
“Oh... You're not allowed to like him. Absolutely not...”
“Why?” Charan asked the question because he wanted to know. The young man attentively waited for an answer, but it seemed like someone had already fallen asleep.
Khanin remained silent, the young man shifted away as if escaping, seemingly losing all awareness, a result of the effect of alcohol.
But in reality... that someone pretended to be drunk to create situations that allow for himself to ask about the things that have been bothering him for days, only to choose to remain silent, keeping his questions within his hearts, without expressing them to anyone.
Khanin smiled and closed his eyes, expressing his satisfaction through his facial expressions, even though he felt a warm tingle throughout his body because he pretended to move, brushing his own cheek against his nose, like a breeze caressing a person's face, bringing a fragrant scent.
But the heart felt relieved when it learned that the other party didn't like anyone... he didn't like a person named Petai.
Why are you forbidden to like Petai?
If you like him, I will be heartbroken!
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