The Next Prince, Chapter 38 pg7
The Next Prince, Chapter 38 pg7
Charan arrived at Rachata's table, but Petai kept staring, his eyebrows becoming slightly smaller. With surprise at what he heard, he measured his thoughts while sitting down.
Prince Rachata called for a meeting? Is it for that reason...
The royal family or the upper class mostly called for Charan's help in creating artwork, but Rachata, a person who did not like or care about these matters, had a reason to call for a meeting...
Petai knew well, he had been with this family for a long time. Rachata didn't like to collect artwork. If it was something valuable or medical equipment, it would be strange...
The conversations of people around were still heard loudly, and on the big stage, the center of attention was Evaa, who had the privilege to be interviewed first. At one corner of the venue, Khanin was hiding, standing and waiting for his turn, not far but not too close, accompanied by the organizers who were queuing for the event.
A journalist from a news agency shot questions at the people on the stage. Ramil sighed boredom because he was told to wait here, so only he was left at the dining table.
The young royal knocked on the table, emptying the wine glass, feeling impatient from one to ten in his heart before finally getting up. When he couldn't bear waiting for just one more person.
He intended to go stand with Khanin and wait for the interview, to do everything quickly and efficiently so that he could take Petai home afterwards. This party is too boring...
“Where is the Young Prince going?” Sivakorn, who he didn't know when he got up from his own table, suddenly appeared and stood almost blocking Ramil's path, causing him to pause.
“Going to wait for an interview.” After saying that, he planned to continue walking, but someone else refused to let him do so. Sivakorn didn't back down, and he was no different from the previous reporter.
“Wait here, Your-Highness. That area is narrow and not very comfortable.”
“...” Ramil frowned slightly, reluctantly stepped back and sat down, but only for a moment before standing up again.
“Young Prince...”
“Sivakorn, I'm going to the restroom, no need to follow.” The young royal quickly finished his lines and stepped out of the event, while the music continued to play, creating a lively atmosphere.
Khanin exchanged glances with Charan at certain moments, and he subtly shifted his gaze towards Evaa. It seemed like there was no sign of it being close to completion.
“Young Prince Khanin... Your-Highness.”
The original reporter approached with caution. Khanin briefly diverted his gaze from Charan to focus on the conversation in front of him.
“Yes.”
“Apologies, Young Prince, can you stand here and wait. The news agency would like to take a picture of the Young Prince to keep.”
“Yes.” Khanin was slightly surprised because the news agency had more than ten people when it was actually time, but he still maintained a cooperative attitude.
The young royal stepped forward to the designated position, smiling for the camera in front of him, while the flashes from two or three cameras in the hands of the journalists burst in, momentarily blinding his vision.
The sound of journalists' microphones on the stage interviewing Evaa was loud, while Khanin tried to forget and fight against the overwhelming light. He briefly closed his eyes, and in that moment, his ears seemed to hear a faint, trembling sound.
Khanin frowned, trying to figure out what was wrong, when he heard the voice of Evaa screaming and the crowd around her in chaos. It seemed like a major disturbance had erupted, with the voices of many people blending in.
One of them was... Charan.
“Nin, be careful!” Charan shouted, following his instincts.
Khanin turned left and right, but before he could compose himself, it seemed like time had slipped away. A large decorative pillar, weighing heavily, swayed back and forth before crashing down in the exact spot where Atsawathewathin's sole heir was standing.
Charan's eyes widened, his heart pounding as if it had invisible hands squeezing it tightly. He ran ahead, alongside Petai, who was closer, but it seemed like they were running out of time.
“Khanin!”
The pain he felt made him think that the owner of the name was about to receive a powerful impact. His brain commanded him to dodge, but instead, he was paralyzed.
He couldn't move when the massive pillar collapsed. But the split second he thought he would be struck at a critical point, he miraculously survived, narrowly escaping the impact. It was because of a tremendous force pulling him away from someone.
Thud!
Khanin was pulled down to the ground, surviving the fall but with his right arm in excruciating pain, tears streaming down his face. The chaotic murmurs from the surrounding people continued, and the young man gradually regained his vision before encountering someone unexpected.
Someone he never expected to appear and help each other in such a lifethreatening situation.
“Is it really you!”
“Yes... Ramil.”
It was indeed Ramil who helped him.
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