The Next Prince, Chapter 36 pg9
The Next Prince, Chapter 36 pg9
“I haven't been in contact with her for a long time. We ended things on good terms, and it's been a year since we separated. I don't think about it much, will you Phii?” Not only Charan, even the young Khanin cared about the feelings of the older person. His slender hand reached out to support Charan's soft cheeks, helping to brush away the confusion.
“No, I know it's in the past.”
“Wow... But now my present and future is yours.”
He knew that Khanin was adorable, but Charan wanted to plead for him to stop being so cute sometimes. The main reason being that it made his heart work hard.
So hard that sometimes it becomes uncontrollable...
Khanin's adorableness, from his words to his actions, made it irresistible for Charan to resist. The young man reached out and gently cupped Khanin's blush cheeks before rewarding him with a soft, delicate kiss on the corner of his beautiful lips.
Their eyes met harmoniously, and their attractive faces moved closer to each other. A slight force, just enough to be noticed, seemed to have a magnetic pull, creating an overwhelming sensation.
The sweet emotions continued to envelop them as they closed the distance between them. While Charan had many things he wanted to help with, he hadn't had a chance to do anything yet. But the sound of the real world crept in, waking them up from their sweet dream.
Knock, knock.
“Charan, sir.”
The knocking on the door interrupted the moment and brought the leader of the Phitakthewa family back to reality. Charan knew that if butler Narong had no important matters, the other party wouldn't disturb them at this moment.
He stood tall, his heart yearning for the sweet scent he desired to taste once again. The young man sighed, letting his gaze wander aimlessly. He rose from the bed and walked straight to the door, opening it to inquire about his intentions, without expecting any meaningful answers in return.
“Is there something, Mister Butler?”
“The Sovereign-King has ordered for an urgent presence.”
The leader of the Phitakthewa clan had no idea what caused this sudden urgent summons. Normally, Charan was a skilled analyst, but this time, he struggled to come up with any thoughts. His mind remained blank since he left his home and journeyed to the royal palace.
Khanin was not allowed to enter and had to stand guard; they were to be separated without any further conversation. Charan approached SovereignKing in the tea room, the familiarity of the ambiance contrasting with the distinct feeling that filled the air.
Perhaps it was because Charan had never crossed any boundaries or kept secrets from Dhipabawon before. Now, he felt no different from those who have someone lurking behind them...
“Please, have a seat.” The elderly person's permission was sought after Charan respectfully greeted him. There was a table in front with no tea cups or even a tray of cookies, like in normal times.
“Thank you, Your Grace.”
“Did Khanin come to study at 'Morpheus'?” Dhipabawon did not waste any time and quickly approached the topic. His first question played with the listener' senses, generating a mix of warm, cold, and strange feelings.
“Your Grace... Last night, the storm forced the Young Prince to stay at Phitakthewa. Your Grace, please accept my apologies for...” He intended to apologize, but there was no one waiting to hear it to the end.
“Do I have anything to worry about, Charan?” The final question brought the young man back to his senses, requiring him to think. At this moment, Charan was uncertain of Dhipabawon's true intention in this conversation. “There is nothing to worry about, Your Grace.” The current situation can be considered relatively normal. Mostly, because they were mainly confined within the palace walls, providing a strong sense of security. If one were to consider a truly risky and dangerous situation, it would probably be when they traveled to speak with Jirat.
The unfamiliar person's peculiar way of walking amidst the crowd reminded Charan of one of the enemies he had encountered. It was during the time he had taken Young Prince to seek refuge in Thailand, a matter he currently had his magicians investigating.
“So, is that so?”
“Your Grace... indeed, your Majesty... do you have a doubt?” Initially, Charan intended to tell this story about him and Khanin, but he noticed something from Dhipabawon and chose to change the topic.
“[Cough] Charan.” Sovereign-King let out a small sigh, his wrinkled hands softly touched his chest as he took a shallow breath. It resembled the symptoms of someone feeling weak, calling for assistance.
Strange...
“Shall I send the royal physician, Your Grace?”
“No need, I am okay.”
“But...”
“I will have someone warm up the bird nest soup, eat, have some rest, and soon it will get better. Charan, don't worry, there is something more important that I want to discuss with you...” The King refused assistance, swallowed his saliva and closed his eyes briefly, as if forgetting, and then looked deeply into Charan's eyes, leading the young man to forget how to breathe for a moment.
“It appears that the time when the condition of Your Grace is not good, there may be someone who has changed.”
“...”
“Even I do not want to interfere, but he sees that the atmosphere in the palace these days is not the same as before.”
“The term ‘fate’ means...”
“I just want to make sure that Charan, you are still the same person this old man knows.”
“Your Highness, I am still the same, sir.” Charan replied in a low voice, avoiding eye contact, showing an unintentional demeanor, inviting the onlooker to lower their gaze. Although laughter fades with age, the older person's gaze remains as sharp as ever.
“If you are the same person, then answer clearly to this old man... Do you and Khanin genuinely like each other or not?”
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