The Next Prince, Chapter 37 pg10
The Next Prince, Chapter 37 pg10
“So the culprit must be someone close to a ruler in some city, and it must be an old person.” The conversation ended with Tanattai's narration, and the surrounding voices seemed to quiet down in an instant, the idea of the culprit
being a ruler of some lineage silently emerged in Charan's mind, but he still didn't have clear evidence.
“If that's the case...”
“Phii Tanattai... Phii! Are you around here?” A loud scream echoed from afar, causing the conversation to pause.
Tanattai turned in the direction of the sound before crouching down, walking cautiously through the grass, revealing one path.
“There's no time, they're coming. Both of you take this route about three hundred meters will meet a path that connects to a street. Crouch down. I'll lure them away.” The middle-aged man hurriedly related to Charan.
Khanin lowered his head as Tanattai pressed his back and walked to meet once again, but he didn't have time to leave the grass, the young man turned back to look at the person behind him. His two-layered gaze hid a deep sadness.
“Father...” In the blink of an eye, they embraced each other. Tanattai gently stroked the small head, soothingly uttering a few words to make Khanin sob out again, but this time it wasn't from anguish.
“I love you, Nin, travel safely, take care of yourself, and then I will contact Khun Charan. Son , you need to keep focusing on competing... Once done, I promised to go see you.”
“I will wait... Dad... I love you.” Khanin paused, with a wide smile, leaned back against the warm wall of mist for a moment before. With a heavy heart, he moved away from the embrace of his father, lowering himself and walking towards the twisted grass.
Charan watched the figure of the white-haired man. When he saw that Khanin hid behind a big bush, he turned and respectfully faced Tanattai once again. Despite having many unanswered questions, he chose to keep them to himself.
At this moment, he himself didn't know who he could trust... There were no true friends or eternal enemies.
For Charan, he trusted no one except Khanin alone.
…
At the magical moment when Phitakthewa's sky today revealed the stars more clearly than any other day, the night sky was adorned with sparkling constellations, as if precious gems were generously displayed for admiration.
The young royal stood on the balcony, looking out into the open, letting the cool breeze blow against his body as he raised his arms and embraced himself tightly.
His small hands rubbed against his arms lightly, feeling the chilling sensation that reminded him of getting used to Emmaly's weather. He almost forgot how much he could withstand the cold when he was in London.
“Cover yourself, you might get sick.” The sound of a voice came louder, accompanied by the warmth of a large piece of cloth. Charan sent it to cover the small body, leaned back against it, and gestured for Khanin to divert his gaze from the constellation group.
“Thank you... Umm.” Khanin expressed his gratitude softly before leaning forward and letting the other party come closer to offer a gentle kiss, their lips lightly touching, delicately tasting the edge of the other's lips, inviting warmth to blossom in their hearts.
The whirlwind of chaos seemed to calm down with a single touch as the young boy turned back to his beloved, his hands embraced around his slender neck, leaning down to offer a sweet kiss in return.
The young royal tilted his head, revealing slightly parted lips, inviting the other party to indulge to their heart's content. Charan was captivated by the beautiful petals, seductively slipping his tongue in and playfully tasting.
Khanin closed his eyes, even in the moment when he was about to run out of breath, the older one finally relented and pressed a gentle kiss on the young man's forehead, his tender and caring gaze causing a faint smile to appear on the adorable face.
“Feeling better?”
“What's good... and suddenly you kiss.”
“I saw you, Nin was sad.”
“So you gave me a comforting kiss?”
“And do you feel better now?”
“Not yet... Still... Phii Ran hugged me a little.” When given the opportunity, they both hugged tightly. Khanin leaned his face against Nin's wide chest, while the other party was wearing his favorite satin pajamas. So their flushed cheeks pressed against the firm, muscular chest as if nothing else mattered.
“Good boy.” Charan praised with a soft kiss on the young prince's forehead, a touch that Khanin couldn't feel. It was a strange gesture of warmth, even though they were close to each other, but it was an affectionate act that brought comfort.
“Today has been really tough...” the young prince sighed. They held each other tightly, letting go of all the exhaustion, exchanging warm breaths.
It was too much for them, both in terms of the matters in the letter and Khanin’s father...
“Are you still angry at him?”
“Angry... Sad, but also glad.” Even without mentioning names, they understood that this conversation was about someone.
Khanin was still angry at Tanattai, angry at his father for not keeping in touch, but when he heard the other party's words, his anger softened. Because he wanted to preserve their lives until the day they could meet again, regardless of how angry he felt, but beyond that, it was a joy that they still had a chance to see each other...
Think positively. At least Tanattai is alright, still safe until he can meet you, right?” To some extent.
“But the place where father is... Can I really feel at ease there?” Khanin had no idea about his father's involvement in the matter of transporting goods.
Now they were worried, with many things they wanted to know, thoughts of finding a way to ask the king about it, but their trust was shaken.
They didn't know what was true, what was a lie, and perhaps everything they've been through was just deception. Every time they asked about their father, Sovereign-King would only say that the search was still ongoing.
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