The Next Prince, Chapter 44 pg1
The Next Prince, Chapter 44 pg1
Chapter 44: Broken.
“Because Khanin survived, your mother had to die...this is the truth.”
After the words of the Meenakarin ruler, the whole room fell into silence. Charan raised his eyes and froze, his body was still, and the hand holding the gun was still pointing at the slightly trembling speaker.
The small and thin hands twitched. Khanin thought of screaming at the person who was a respected uncle in the royal family. The boy guessed that this was the plan... It was another way of Waseen’s provocation, but the deep seated questions contradicted him.
When he swept his eyes and saw the horror on the old man’s face mixed with the panic of the person who used to be peaceful in Khanin’s mind, he felt both legs weaken.
The suffocating pressure spread throughout his body. Khanin looked back at Waseen to find a blind spot to support the lie, but the only thing he found was the truth.
The other side had no attitude of someone who was willing to lie just to survive, on the contrary, the person who should have been stable and calm in this situation had an angry tremble on their face.
“Why are you doing this... why?” The old man’s angry voice echoed, since he stepped into this royal palace, Khanin had never heard Dhipabawon speak to anyone with such a tone. This was the first time the boy saw someone who often had a smiling face out of control like this.
“Why am I doing this, because I want to see you all suffer and wither in front of me!” Waseen countered before bursting out into a loud laughter, his face that used to be a sweet smile distorted, and his laughter seemed to be mocking everyone present at this moment.
Khanin couldn’t figure out what he was thinking right now. The story in front of him was even bigger than he could control. Even with Charan... the leader of Meenakarin, he was stunned by the person he trusted the most, grinning and smiling.
The big figure gradually moved forward and stopped near the tip of Charan’s gun as if he was not afraid of being shot.
Khanin believes that if it were a normal time, Charan would have handled it without hesitation, but now... even just breathing is becoming difficult.
“...”
“I want you guys to suffer like my life, there’s nothing left... not even dignity and the person I loved!”
Screeching sound caused Charan to react, the grip on his gun tightening. However, his brain fails to command, contrary to his opponent. Waseen, on the other hand, still points his gun at the Sovereign King who stands not too far, not too close, seemingly undecided.
The warmth that sneaks into Khanin’s hand that slips into his pants amidst all the tension prompts him to take out his phone and call the latest emergency contact... Chakri.
The young man hopes that the other party will answer the call and bring others to join him. The situation ahead is not looking good. Here, Charan is the person he is most concerned with, seemingly the other party is being impacted by Waseen’s words to the extent that their happiness is almost nonexistent.
“Why are you doing this to me, even though I have always been good to you?” The voice of the most prestigious man in Emmaly is filled with anger. Waseen laughed and made faces as if he had heard a joke?
“You have been doing good to me? It feels like I'm the one doing all the work, picking up after Atsawathewathin and doing everything for everyone, even though they ride my city so hard that there's nothing left. Is that what it means to be considered good?” The response stung with a sharp retort making Charan unable to aim at Waseen. He couldn't help but feel like he was there but not there.
“You forgot to ask for help and now it seems like everything is failing because of Atsawathewathin.” The tension continued to escalate until someone who had been silent finally spoke up. Dhipabawon responded with a cool and collected tone, but there was no sign of the previous sense of relief.
“It's because you tricked Meenakarin that we ended up trapped here! You're a master manipulator who knows exactly how to make people feel miserable. You only offer help when it benefits you. If you don't plan on holding every state in your hands, will my life become like this, even though I used to respect you? Love yourself, let yourself be the sun, but you never...” Waseen's voice trailed off.
Khanin noticed a glint of revengeful resentment in the eyes of the opposite party.
“...”
“You're the one who killed me, everything about me! Have you ever thought about who your orders hurt, who lost loved ones because of your greed... Have you ever thought to care about anyone but yourself?” At this moment, nobody could stop Waseen, whose explosive temper erupted in the midst of silence, even Dhipabawon himself couldn't force himself to move.
“...”
The eyes overflowing with tears of someone who was filled with hatred looked towards the person they once considered superior. Waseen swallowed the lump in his throat before turning to look at Khanin, who was standing a little ways away.
“You know what, it’s me. I’m the one who wants to kill you.”
Khanin opens his wide eyes, takes a deep breath, then begins negotiating with the person in front of him with a cool head, with a flicker of vitality left that he has.
“What did I do to upset you? What did I do...we didn’t even know each other before.”
“Yes, you didn’t do anything wrong, but it was your grandfather who made me want to kill you.”
“...”
“He killed my wife.” The sentence that comes with a vengeance sparks the hairs on Khanin’s body. Dhipabawon remained silent, while Waseen vented out the suppression that had been in his heart for decades.
“...”
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