The Next Prince, Chapter 36 pg7
The Next Prince, Chapter 36 pg7
The small clock on the wall of the Ranwin family's guest room indicated that it was very late now. However, the son of the Minister of Defense was still not asleep.
It was crucial because he had just received a message from Ramil that the other party was traveling to meet him amidst this rainy storm. He couldn't help but worry about how dangerous it could be.
The scent of incense did not help relax the mind of the anxious whitehaired man. Petai suddenly stood up and paced around for a while. Until he heard familiar footsteps, he opened the door and went out to greet them.
“Why are you here?” This section of the Ranwin estate was separated from the main building because Petai disliked chaos. They didn't have to worry about someone seeing behavior beyond what was appropriate.
“Why are you here so late?” The owner of the place avoided answering the first question by shooting back another question. Petai saw Ramil's wet, tousled hair and wide shoulders covered in raindrops, so he lifted his hand to help brush away the moisture.
“If it's late so I couldn't come?”
“If I say no, will you listen?” The conversation seemed heated, but they both knew it wasn't like that.
Ramil stepped inside the house before inclining his head. Letting the other person run his hand through his hair like that.
“Father isn't here.” In truth, Petai didn't need to say anything. If Rachata were here or Ramil appeared without any excuses, things would have been chaotic.
“You're all wet, I'll get you some clothes to change.” They were always like this, discussing different topics, but still facing each other. Petai disappeared to prepare the equipment, leaving only Ramil in the middle hallway of the Ranwin estate.
The young royal took a position to walk and wait, but because his eyes were drawn to a new painting placed in front of the window, all his attention gathered there.
The picture of red camellias... Ramil was confident that he had just seen it for the first time. The bottom right corner of the painting had a date engraved, making him even more certain that this artwork was new, the latest work today.
“I left the water for you, go in and take a bath.”
The familiar call pulled Ramil's attention away from the painting, but he didn't mention the artwork and simply turned to politely ask the homeowner.
“Have you bathed yet?”
“Yes.”
“Let's bathe together.”
“...”
In a brief moment, Ramil saw the hesitancy in those eyes, and the young prince spoke gently, making everyone's hearts soften.
“Just a casual bath.”
Petai didn't refuse or hesitate about the invitation. They had nothing to be embarrassed about, sharing a bath in the same tub wasn't something new.
The fragrance of roses filled the air, and the candlelight placed around helped create a relaxing atmosphere. Ramil sat behind Petai, their warm hands entwined, the temperature gently spreading through the slender white arms of the man with a slimmer physique.
The cramped space made their skin warm and pressed tightly together. Petai leaned back, closing his eyes, allowing Ramil to do as he pleased without any complaints.
“You went to Morpheus?” the Young Prince's bold heart prompted him to ask before he turned his gaze to contemplate, awaiting an answer.
“Yeah.” Petai didn't hold back like he used to. Because Ramil knew very well that nothing gave him the right to prohibit, he knew... But what he couldn't restrain was the feeling of unease that lingered more strongly in his chest.
He pondered what he could do... something other than instigating arguments like before.
“If you were to study art there again, I'd like to go with you.” As quick as thought, after careful consideration that this matter could be spoken of, the royal blooded individual did not hesitate.
“You don't like drawing, Ramil.” However, the fair-skinned house owner was perceptive enough to ask if Ramil was interested... Of course, the answer was no. He was not the kind of person to beat around the bush, and his response was even more direct than a stroke of a dagger.
“I won't go drawing, I'll keep watching over you.” The response came with a forceful embrace around the waist.
Petai tilted his head slightly as someone began to follow his own desires, the warm and passionate lips planting kisses on the back of his soft, furry ear, causing his body to shudder.
“Mmh…”
“Really not just taking a casual bath?” The question was posed even though Ramil was more familiar with his temperament than anyone else. Petai clenched his fists at the corners of his mouth, his body trembling from being aroused, before some definition began to take shape in his mind.
“It'll bruise.”
“Oh...”
“Who said it was just a casual bath?” The question was asked despite knowing Ramil's nature better than anyone. Petai ground his teeth, his body roiling from being roused, before some notion began to surface in his mind.
A fox would never be tamed like a domesticated dog.
“Do you want to take a casual bath? We'll let you choose.”
“...”
“You choose then.”
A cunning animal skilled in deception, but in reality, he might be more like wild rabbits playing the role of victim, becoming entangled in his own trickery.
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