The Next Prince, Chapter 35 pg6
The Next Prince, Chapter 35 pg6
Chakri describes Charan's voice as normal, but it bothers Khanin's instincts, sensing that something is amiss.
“...”
While Khanin is contemplating finding a solution, Tarin, who just descended from the second floor of the palace, came to greet him. It caused the young man to quickly brush aside his thoughts.
“No training this morning?” The middle-aged man asked, taking the opportunity to start the conversation himself.
“Yes.”
“Well... shall we have breakfast together?” Using the pronoun to create intimacy and avoid sounding distant. Tarin held back his excitement to hear the answer and fortunately, this time he received a positive response instead of worrying rejection.
Khanin doesn't have anywhere to be this morning. He needs time to ponder the matter of Charan and, of course, the eagerness to practice has diminished.
“Is it not tasty?” The middle-aged man asked after noticing that the younger one took a big spoonful of pumpkin soup but barely touched the breakfast set.
“No, it's... it's... it's delicious.” He spoke, using the action of scooping soup into his mouth to let Tarin know that the taste is indeed delicious. It's just that currently, Khanin's mind is preoccupied with other matters.
“How's the training going? Are you tired?” Tarin understands that Khanin accumulated stress due to the competition, so he decides to ask, sneakily glancing at the sweet face while waiting for an answer.
“I'm tired, but I think I can manage.”
“Sometimes, we must follow our own desires. If we want to rest, we must rest. If we want to fight, we must fight.” Because he understands that Khanin feels fragile about training. Tarin gives advice, knowing that the sentence of advice may contradict the thoughts currently whirling in the young royal's mind.
“...”
No one knows our desires better than ourselves.”
That's true... if I want to fight, then I must fight. I must do what I desire.
Tarin's words made Khanin ponder while the other side brought a small plate of cookies and gently mentioned some words that reminded the young man of the person who had gone away.
“Sweets can help improve our mood, you know.”
“Thank you...” Khanin had nothing to offer Tarin apart from words of gratitude. He met his real father when the other party reached out to help, giving the once-ambitious person a new path.
“If there's anything I can do to help you Nin, please let me know, son.” The sincere and supportive gaze in his eyes was hidden.
Khanin took a deep breath, pondered for a moment before deciding to express his own desires.
“I want... to study art.”
“With Charan?”
“Um... yes, Dad, can you help... take me there?” It was an unexpected request that Tarin could almost instantly fulfill, with a very simple exchange: having breakfast right in front of him.
Khanin was given the convenience to leave the palace with the assistance of Tarin after finishing breakfast. He was taken by his father's staff, 'Morpheus'.
The young royal begged all the guards to return as promised, stating that he wanted to continue studying art and would have Charan personally escort him. With long, hesitant steps, he followed the corridor after the butler came to fetch him.
Khanin ordered no one to inform Charan about his arrival. He had heard from the butler here that the other party was currently conducting a special one-on-one drawing course. The young royal wanted to see everything with his own eyes.
However, what lay before him surpassed expectations. Khanin paused for a moment, almost frozen in time, upon seeing Petai, the son of the Deputy Minister of Culture, in close proximity with his own party.
Charan glanced at the young artist's painting. Meanwhile, Petai had a slight smile on his face as they conversed before turning to laugh with each other. It pricked Khanin's heart, feeling like he was being attacked by a swarm of fiery ants.
Were these two really so close? And did they not go to see him because they were too engrossed with each other?
Yes... Yes, Phii Ran, I will arrange it!
Petai purposefully wiped off the red paint from his fingers onto a color plate, and beside him stood the owner of the ‘Morpheus’ art school. Charan was standing, casually observing the oil painting with a disinterested pose, while the young man contemplated before asking about the piece.
The confrontation on the canvas was completed.
“Is that a camellia flower or...”
“Ah-ah.”
“Why not?” He asked in accordance with the observant nature of an artist.
Petai placed the plate down and revealed a red-stained canvas, which he had just revealed a moment ago. Then he smiled slightly and responded playfully with a soft, pleasant voice, contrasting with the drawn smile.
“I like the meaning, it's profound.”
“From which perspective?” Charan was familiar with the meaning of the camellia flower, both the Japanese interpretation and the underlying symbolism, as well as the international interpretation.
Why ask? You already know, I guess you're someone who looks at the world positively, huh?”
Charan couldn't help but laugh at the straightforward and reciprocating questions from the young man, looking at the unyielding person with scrutinizing eyes.
“Before, maybe I only saw it from a negative perspective, but now perhaps it has changed, right?”
“So boring, really. People who are knowledgeable are so dull.” Petai, feeling a bit frustrated, turned his attention back to the painting and asked reluctantly.
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