The Next Prince, Chapter 36 pg13
The Next Prince, Chapter 36 pg13
No matter how tired he was, every morning he still held out his hand to be taught how to draw his father's face. Because he had promised to come and learn. However, it would be nice to have some artwork to impress his supporters.
The Young Prince quietly chuckled in his heart, knowing well that drawing only a few times wouldn't result in a beautiful piece of art. But at least it was a starting point. Charan, the name attached to his drawing, seemed more like a person than ever before when they practiced drawing together.
“Khanin... Did I take too long?” A voice called out from someone waiting, diverting Khanin's gaze from the expensive painting to the newcomer, along with three other followers.
“No, I have just arrived.” The young boy replied softly, showing a cute face that made his father smile before sitting down next to him. The hand of the extended follower welcomed him.
“How does studying art help relieve stress from practice?” Since the last time they talked about studying art, it wasn't surprising that his father asked about it.
Khanin glanced at the large framed canvas standing beside the familiar butler. It was covered in a silver silk fabric, hiding what he intended to present to his father.
“It can help a lot. That's why Nin wanted to repay his Dad for taking him to study that day.” The young royal paused, signaling to the butler to quickly unveil the covered painting. Then Khanin took hold of the frame and turned to show his father his skill, momentarily silencing the entire area.
“Wow... Repay? No need for that. It's just great that you've improved.”
The young boy noticed his father twitch his small eyebrows when his hand landed on the canvas frame.
“It's a picture that I intentionally drew for you.”
“A picture?”
“Yes... I drew a picture for you.” He paused, then quickly removed the covering silk fabric. And then Khanin held up the framed canvas, turning to showcase his father's talent before the attentive audience fell silent.
“...”
Tarin was speechless and had a slightly widened gaze when he saw what appeared on the revealed piece of artwork. Not at... No, it didn't mean that way, he meant filled with style. Well, the half-body figure that looked like it was smiling menacingly was indeed terrifying.
If Tarin were to analyze it, he would think that Khanin might be referring to him as a fallen angel with vengeful sentiments towards someone in heaven. The angel used vibrant and chaotic colors while drawing a person who appeared frighteningly smiling.
Tarin concluded his thoughts in this way.
Well... which angel did he draw a picture of? Why does it look familiar and strange at the same time?
“I drew a picture of you, father.” It seemed like the question in Khanin's mind was being answered. Khanin grinned widely while Tarin couldn't contain his surprise.
“Huh?”
“What is this picture of me?” The little boy's face changed slightly when he saw his father's surprising pose. However, as soon as Tarin realized what had been done, he let out a soft sigh, trying to hide his confusion. When he found out the truth behind this image...
It wasn't an angel from any heavenly realm...
But a picture drawn by his own son.
“Oh, I drew a picture of you...” As Tarin pondered how he accidentally ended up with a terrifying smile on his face in the picture, the young boy blurted out, startling his father, who couldn't contain his confusion. It shattered the composure of the man and caused him to burst into laughter.
“It's not beautiful, is it? But I meant... if Dad, you don't like it... If that's the case, you, Mister Butler... Can you take this picture away...”
“Don't... wait...” Tarin extended his hand and then paused, putting on a solemn expression, as he handed his trusted butler the item to be placed back in its original position.
“But...”
“It's fine, I say it's acceptable.” Tarin smirked slightly. He didn't like to lie to anyone, and anything that was good, he would say it's good, or if it was easier, just say so.
Everything that Khanin did... was all good, and that's it.
“Dad, don't deceive me, it's better to let me draw a new one.”
“If you want to draw a new one, go ahead, but this old father of yours wants this one. Because it's the first gift you... gave to me.” The end of the sentence trailed off softly, like a whispered murmur. Tarin gently smiled at the person sitting next to him before reaching out to stroke his soft, delicate hair.
“...”
“You're really talented.”
“Well then... I will draw more for you.” Khanin's words made Tarin feel like he was a tree that had received pure, cool water to nourish him.
Moist, filled with more happiness than ever before in his life, like the first time he saw the face of this child when he was born.
Tarin was delighted to have a closer relationship with his son than ever before. The father-son relationship was getting better day by day, making him feel like he was inhaling the scent of the first blooming flower in the season of blossoms.
Everything that happened during this period made him feel good about the art teacher, who had become various things in his son's life.
He knew that Khanin was happy when he was close to Charan.
Tarin himself was happy when he saw his son happy.
“Oh no... I guess I have to entrust you to Charan.” Tarin referred to the art lessons, but it seemed like he took the raw path of a raw teenager.
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