The Next Prince, Chapter 38 pg6
The Next Prince, Chapter 38 pg6
From what was initially thought to be a small social gathering, this banquet seems to be much more extravagant than Khanin had anticipated. Perhaps it is because Rachata volunteered to take charge.
In addition to receiving assistance from both the Meenakarin and
Thawetmetha families, who stepped in to help with the small details, the people of Atsawathewathin did not have to run around like before.
“Thank you all very much, especially Rachata for taking care of the arrangements.” The powerful voice echoed through the dry and silent hall, expressing gratitude after tapping the golden spoon to capture everyone's attention at the dining table.
“Your Highness, the honored uncle as long as you are pleased.” The first table in the middle of the stage belongs to the elders, followed by the seats of the three heirs.
Adjacent to it is a slightly smaller table for the high-ranking officials, who have been honored to sit with the appointed individuals, such as Charan and Petai.
“Only three more days until the competition, everyone is enjoying themselves, thinking that today is a day of rest.” Since there was no official opening ceremony, Dhipabawon took this opportunity to give a speech, marking the informal start of the social gathering.
Khanin secretly observed the reactions and gestures of all parties, his gaze wandering around. Until it stopped on Charan's face.
While he was watching the other side, the leader of the Phitakthewa family also looked towards the Sovereign King.
However, that gaze lacked the usual reverence. Today, Charan's eyes were filled with suspicion, hidden behind a seemingly calm facade.
After that, the banquet began. The music played softly, the meticulously prepared dishes were gradually served, fresh royal oysters from the sea, and ingredients from the southern highlands, supported primarily by the Meenakarin family.
The atmosphere was lively, but Ramil felt bored. He could only steal glances at Petai's table and sigh with frustration. In their positions, they had no right to sit together, which was quite annoying in the young royal's mind.
Khanin himself probably felt no different from him, as evidenced by the fact that his eyes kept avoiding and secretly glancing at Charan... who had no idea which servant arranged for the two of them to sit together.
Just sitting there, he felt the urge to get up and drag everyone out of work and head back home together. Ramil’s determination was in his heart, but because he was learning to adapt during this period, I couldn't do much more than raise the wine glass in my hand and drink away the heat in my chest.
“Soon, you will goblins from squinting.” When there was nothing else to do, he turned to bother the others sitting at the table. Ramil's nervous sentence caught Khanin's attention, who was looking at Charan with a measuring gaze.
“Who are you referring to, yourself?” Both Khanin and I winced in pain, turning our attention to the food right in front of us. The taste was delicious, but the problem was that our hearts weren't fully focused on eating as much as they should have been.
“Why don't you get up and bring him over yourself?”
“I wanted to do it myself, so I let someone else do it.”
“That's both of us.” Evaa, the only young woman, leaned forward and listened attentively to the conversation between the young men.
Khanin hesitated, his hand about to pick up a piece of grade A beef and bring it to his mouth, but Ramil couldn't speak for a split second.
“You're good at reading others. What about Evaa, does she not care about anyone?” It took a while for her to regain her composure and respond. Ramil wasn't particularly surprised by the way the Thawetmetha family's daughter spoke.
Ramil didn't intend to hide anything, and he knew well that the other party was intelligent, but they both believed that they wouldn't interfere in personal matters. So whether Evaa knew or not, it wasn't a big deal.
“I have just turned twenty.” The young woman's answer made her eyebrows resemble those of a young royal, and Khanin was about to argue. At that moment, Ramil blurted out something that wasn't much different from what he was thinking.
“Being twenty doesn't mean you can't love anyone.”
“Maybe I haven't thought about that yet.”
“Well... sometimes love isn't something you can plan ahead.”
“...”
“Maybe you've gotten used to organizing your life, but love doesn't choose people, doesn't choose time, doesn't determine a place. By the time you realize it, you might feel a lot, and more.”
Khanin thought that this might be the first time he agreed with Ramil without any argument. What the tall man said was true in every way, proven by the stories he had encountered and faced himself.
Love is something that comes unexpectedly.
“The news agency has gathered, and they requested to interview Young Princess and the two Young Princes, all three of them are getting ready, with someone organizing the queue.”
A young man placed a non-alcoholic beverage on the table. He prepared to get up and go look for Khanin almost immediately when he noticed that the other party was being invited to get up from his seat, and he walked straight to stand by the big stage to wait for the interview.
“Khun Charan, excuse me for a moment.” A tall young man who was determined to go find his affectionate companion stopped abruptly when a serving lady gestured towards the table in front of the stage, and said a few words that made the Phitakthewa family's leader have to divert his attention temporarily from Khanin.
“Yes.”
“Prince Rachata gave an order for you to go to the table.” It was an announcement that left no room for refusal.
Charan glanced at Khanin slightly, seeing no difference in his gaze. But because he had no right to refuse, he could only suppress his emotions and walk after the young lady with a determined expression and a fierce hairstyle.
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