The Next Prince, Chapter 35 pg8
The Next Prince, Chapter 35 pg8
“I called you Phii, you just were not answering.” He intended to be the attacking side. So, this time, Khanin tried to suppress his inner turmoil in order to return to his usual self.
“...”
“I wanted to come to study art. Can you teach me to be as skilled as Khun
Petai?”
In summary, it's not possible.” The grumbling voice accompanied by a deep sigh, the young royal looked disappointed before placing his elbows on the table.
They moved from 'Morpheus' to live-in Charan's personal art studio on the outskirts of Khanin's estate. Khanin sat on a chair, in front of him was a framed painting that hardly resembled the definition of beauty.
By his side, a novice artist, the owner of Phitakthewa School, held the position of a close friend and leader of the Phitakthewa clan Charan sat pondering, silently contemplating for a while before responding.
“It's okay, a good start.” The tall figure walked around and stood behind Khanin, tilting his head to examine the intricate details on the canvas, which had been lightly sketched and painted, indicating that Khanin's work was somewhat presentable. But in reality...
It was mediocre.
“Not beautiful at all.” Khanin whispered softly, reminiscing about the Camellia painting by Petai. It was true that their skills and appearances differed greatly.
“Beautiful, for the first time... but the colors are dark, rushed, and the heavy application of paint made the paper crumple. It should dry first before applying a new layer of color.” The teacher whispered beside him, causing Khanin to stiffen.
Deep brown eyes secretly glanced at the person who approached, accompanied by a familiar cool fragrance. Charan's serious expression remained while he focused on blending colors in other areas that he could manage.
On the other hand, Khanin observed Charan's painting attentively, while the creator of the artwork contemplated other matters.
Khanin knew that Charan was trying to find the hidden merits of the painting that was not evident at first glance, but the more the other party searched, the more the young man became disheartened.
He used to be a rational person, but love had made it possible for him to be like this.
He wanted to be a good person, a talented person in Charan's eyes. A momentary kindness sparked in his cold heart before being replaced by a relentless determination that led him to this realm.
It was not the time to sit down and draw.
Why did PrinceTarin come here? Did he forget?
The reason for being here today is because he wants to move forward together with Charan, isn't it?
“Then while I wait for the paper to dry, can I leave the artwork here? Let it dry before applying new colors.” Khanin took a deep breath and gathered his courage to move on to the next step.
The young prince had many thoughts in his mind, but ultimately hesitated to express them due to the piercing questions from the older man.
“Yes... If that's the case, then I'll just go back.”
What... Who said Nin would go back? Nin won't go back. A slight twitch of the thin lips, furrowing brows, revealed that the other party was not completely fine with the ambiguous farewell remark, but now he understood the older man more clearly by looking into their eyes through the window.
Charan stared at the sky as the setting sun turned it a reddish hue, a warning sign that a rainstorm would soon pour down, causing the tall figure to worry.
If...
If they don't side with themselves too much, Khanin was confident that the concern in the other party's voice conflicted with the clear sadness evident in their gaze, showcasing the time they spent together, albeit short, that had to be separated.
I still don't want to go back.” He sighed again, hoping that someone older would understand.
“If you stay here, you'll have to wait a long time. Because it's about to rain...”
“It's okay. I can wait until the rain stops. I... Oops.” Countless words that were intended to be spoken correctly were swallowed. Due to Khanin's sudden movement to open up the topic, causing his elbow to accidentally bump into the disrespectful plate, causing it to fall to the ground.
Many colors splattered on the tablecloth. Some stained their clothes, and some splashed onto Khanin's clothes, making the younger one even more agitated.
“What's wrong?”
“I'm sorry...”
“It's okay.” Charan immediately interrupted without waiting for the other party to apologize. The owner of the place was not angry and didn't care much. He simply claimed that he could be as messy as he wanted.
The only thing he cared about was the expensive suit that Khanin was wearing.
“That's right. Nin messed it up completely.” Khanin looked at the water stains on their clothes, the messy wrinkles on the expensive fabric, which seemed to symbolize the scattered confusion in his heart.
It was not only unsightly but also almost destroyed everything between them.
Charan tried to help Khanin without caring about his own damage. His thick hands moved around, wiping off the stains on Khanin's skin. However, the young royal pulled his hand away with heat.
“It's alright. You can change...”
Phii Ran...” Nin called out, causing the tall figure to stop all actions and raise his face to meet his eyes. Khanin didn't want to be idolized to that extent, he just wanted them to be equal as they should be.
It would be good if both of them, Khanin and Charan, could let go of everything, face each other, and only see the true essence inside.
“...”
“If I have to change this outfit... Phii Ran must change too.”
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