The Next Prince, Chapter 39 pg4
The Next Prince, Chapter 39 pg4
“...”
“Give me a hug, please.” Khanin extended his arm to embrace Charan, who didn't seem to relax much, his face still tense. He felt guilty for not being more concerned about the young royal's injuries.
“Are you worried?”
Because Charan spoke up and became a companion, Khanin wouldn't have to sleep alone tonight. Chakri volunteered to arrange an extra bed, before retiring himself.
Charan sat down on the same bed as Khanin, paying little attention to the extra bed provided by Chakri. It wasn't necessary. They had slept together countless times, so what benefit would separating the beds now bring?
But that's it. They didn't want to upset the butler, so they let it be, following this kind gesture.
“Afraid, worried, but not hesitant.” One of Khanin's strengths was his ability to stay knowledgeable and acknowledge his own feelings without changing. The young royal, who often does not deceive himself with excessive worries, but because he made decisions to face them, he didn't hesitate or wait for time to pass.
If this event wasn't just an ordinary accident, it meant that someone intentionally caused harm to the point of forcing him to withdraw from the competition, or it could be a danger beyond control. Khanin thought that he wouldn't let it go and fall to the desires of those in the shadows.
He would take advantage of this opportunity to let those who lurked in the dark know that all their plans would not succeed. Khanin was uninjured, and the competition would not be interrupted. When the burden of the plan became too heavy, it wouldn't go as planned, and eventually, he would have to reveal himself. Just waiting for time to press on.
“If you do that, Nin, I'll support everything.” Charan's words were like drops of soothing water. Even when Khanin felt uneasy, at least there was someone like this by his side.
“Thank you.” Khanin smiled sincerely. Then he invited his loved one to lie down, lightly tapping the bed to let the other person get up and lie down next to him. But just as Charan was about to lie down, he was stopped from doing so by a knock on the door.
“What is it?” It was Charan who asked the question, while Khanin got up and sat on the edge of the bed, looking towards the door with suspicion.
“Apologies for the intrusion, Young Prince Ramil has arrived, Your
Highness...”
“Ramil?” The voice from behind the small door ceased, and the young royal turned to face the newcomer, raising an eyebrow in suspicion. There was no shortage of curiosity as to why the other party had to sneak in like this.
It's not like he has been away from the palace for a long time or anything.
“If you don't want to meet him, it's fine. I'll go and talk to him.” Charan seemed to catch a glimpse of Khanin's pensive demeanor, being the lowerranking party, tall and poised to step off the bed, only to have his wrist grabbed by the younger one. His cute face swayed slightly before pulling Charan closer and whispering softly.
“He came right after the incident. It must be something important. Can he come in and meet me?”
“Yes.” Charan fell silent, his heart pounding. Then he reluctantly nodded, his tall figure stepping out of the room, disappearing for a while until Khanin was about to follow suit when the waiting person returned first.
“Young Prince Ramil has arrived.” Due to Charan's refusal to let the outsider follow him, the young man had to take care of everything himself in the absence of a high-ranking, noble figure.
The young royal from Atsawathewathin lowered his gaze, looking at the two men still in their old attire before the incident. The other party approached with a dignified and revealing posture, contrasting with the scattered handsome face.
The usually proud and arrogant eyes now looked downcast and weary, the tip of the nose slightly reddened, bearing faint traces of intense crying.
“I've come... to apologize.” Without needing to ask why he was here. Ramil knelt down in front of Khanin, the tall figure that used to stand tall. Confident in himself, he knelt down on one side of the floor, making Khanin feel somewhat startled.
The other party didn't hesitate at all, indicating that he had thought it through... A high-ranking person who loves himself so much, would he easily bow down to anyone if it weren't a matter of life and death?
“Apologies for whatever happened? You yourself have been helping me.” Khanin hesitated to ask the other party to stand up. Although this act would be demeaning to the lower-ranking party, and he didn't want anyone to grovel at his feet, this moment presented a good opportunity to address various doubts in his mind without having to seek answers himself.
He decided to go with the flow.
“I'm sorry because... my father is the one who did it.” The sound of disappointment was completely revealed. Khanin turned to look at Charan almost instantly.
The lump of flesh in his chest beats rapidly and forcefully, almost pounding out. The young man couldn't even imagine that the answer he was looking for would come running to him, so easily.
The hidden eyes glanced at the person who was still kneeling in front, without even raising his face to look at each other with disdain, a gesture that showed a heartbroken feeling that had been completely shattered.
However, because he didn't know where the other party would go, the young royal from the current royal family still maintained a calm posture, allowing Ramil to speak what he wanted to express continuously.
“My father is the one who made you suffer... so I will compensate you.”
“...”
“I will give up my rights... Puchongpisut will not participate in the competition for the position of Sovereign King this time.” The heavy sound made Khanin almost squint at Ramil.
“Does it mean that your father wants to kill me?”
“No... my father didn't intend to do that.”
“Didn't intend to do that? But I wanted to let the beam fall on me.”
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