The Next Prince, Chapter 34 pg6
The Next Prince, Chapter 34 pg6
“Ah...” Charan falls silent. His eyes harmonize with the person in front then the corners of his mouth draw a faint smile.
“Let's go... Will you go back soon, or should I go alone? It's going to rain.” “Wait, I'll go back...” He speaks, taking advantage of the moment when the younger one is more vulnerable, grasping the small hand and leading them out of the rehearsal room towards the sitting area.
The head of the Phitakthewa family doesn't leave any space for the Young Prince to ask any questions. The tall figure gently presses the other side's shoulder to make him sit down on the sofa. As for himself, he kneels on the lower floor.
“Phii... What are you doing?” Khanin opened his eyes wide in surprise. The person with royal bloodline was wandering aimlessly when suddenly, his lower leg was lifted up and placed on a sturdy stool. The young man intended to resist, but hesitated and couldn't react in time.
Hands with hot touch pressed down on the extended leg, a gentle and soothing massage on the calf, making it feel comfortable without words. However, even so, Khanin still couldn't understand the actions of the taller person.
“During practice earlier, I noticed a pause in your movement. Did you practice until your leg was sore?” Charan revealed his own actions with a slightly smug face after a moment of silence. He raised his handsome, wellgroomed face to meet the eyes of the younger person sitting on the sofa, causing him to tense up.
“Oh, don't tell anyone. I don't want to cause trouble for others.” The two cheeks blushed from the surge of blood. Khanin didn't want to burden anyone, so he tried to suppress the pain, but never thought someone would notice.
Especially Charan...
“Then, you better sit down so that I can massage your legs.” Charan spoke softly and gently, no different from his actions. He used his thumb to press along the muscle points, massaging and relaxing the person sitting on the sofa, before gradually moving downward.
“Ah... no, not there.” Khanin exclaimed in surprise as the old man's fingertips accidentally touched the tip of his foot, the royal-descendant young man wanted to get up and flee, but the older man firmly grasped his ankle.
“Don't run away.” Charan spoke in a stern tone. His narrowed eyes looked piercing. Therefore, Khanin had to remain still, letting the older person do as he pleased without complaining or resisting.
The sound of thunder resounded outside as a warning that the rain was approaching. The dark sky rumbled, and the gathering clouds blocked the flickering light of the heavens.
The storm was drawing near... Even for an ordinary person, it would be difficult to brave the rain. Trying to find something in common with someone who had a deep aversion to rain like Charan.
If he didn't leave now, there was a good chance he would be stuck here for a long time. Because Khanin himself wouldn't allow Charan to face the impending danger and devastation rain outside.
What's more important is that Khanin intends to keep Charan here for now, so they can have more time together.
“If you still haven't gone back, then stay a little longer until the rain stops... I have enough supplies to provide. During this time, Khanin has been getting used to using first-person pronouns more often.
One reason is that he wants people older than him to see him as lovable, and the second reason is that he wants them to become closer.
“What do they want?” The person who is attentively massaging their feet looks up and meets Khanin's concerned gaze. Charan wonders who knows about it.
“I won't tell you, go see for yourself.” The younger person gets up from the sofa without saying anything else and chooses to walk over to close all the windows' curtains, leaving Charan feeling momentarily cut off from the outside world.
“...”
In reality, the rain had started falling long before the young man realized it. It was probably because he was so focused on Khanin's face that he didn't even hear the familiar sound of thunder.
“Just close your eyes.”
“Why?”
“Because you don't like rain, and the things you need are in my room. To get there one has to go through several windows. I probably won't bother to close the curtains because it would inconvenience you. But if you agree to close your eyes, I will take your hand and lead you.”
“...”
“Don't worry. I am here too.”
Charan hasn't felt at ease during rain like this for a long time, since the incident that left him with unpleasant memories about rainy days...
However, today the young man felt like he had crossed the first difficult obstacle. When he raised his eyes again, he found himself in the cozy room of Young Prince Atsawathewathin.
It would be quite amusing if someone happened to pass by and see the young royal holding Charan's hand, walking together. And in that moment, with closed eyes and the warmth of their intertwined hands, some of the fear seemed to fade away.
Of course, it hadn't completely disappeared, but having Khanin close by was a great comfort.
The conference room that used to have wide open windows offering a beautiful view of this majestic palace is now veiled with blood-red curtains, obscuring any glimpse of the fleeting rays from the sky above.
“Hold on a moment.” A sweet voice rouses Charan from his reverie. In the same instant, the small hand of the other party withdraws. Khanin gently pats the thickly-built man's shoulder, inviting the leader of the Phitakthewa lineage to feel curious.
“Where are we going?”
“To get something.” The younger person speaks, accompanied by an adorable smile, and takes this opportunity to slip away to another zone, leaving Charan silently pondering over everything.
The conference room... There are no indications of Khanin's presence at all. There are no items that serve as symbolic representations of the other party, unlike his home in London.
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