THENEXTPRINCE, Chapter 21: The Heir Apparent Person.
“Atsawathewathin will also participate in the competition… Bring Khanin in.”
The sound of authority faded away as the humble figure slowly opened the door, allowing the gentle sunlight to caress their smooth skin. The individuals who had been waiting eagerly inside the conference room tuned their gaze towards the person entering, their eyes fixed in anticipation.
The introduction of the significant successor put everyone once again in a state of suspense. Only Rachata continued to smirk, his expression mocking. However, Dhipabawon looked past him, focusing on the most important matter he needed to address.
“Those who have been summoned here today. In addition to announcing the competition, we also need to introduce someone important. This young man is our only grandson… the next successor who will oversee
Atsawathewathin, following Tarin.”
All eyes were fixed on Khanin… a face resembling an egg. His double-layered eyes, hidden behind a similar nose to Tarin, were a distinctive trait of someone with Atsawathewathin bloodline.
Just by looking at his face, it could be affirmed that this person had a clear resemblance to Tarin… a resemblance that was hard to deny. It was difficult to find someone who bore such a striking resemblance to a person in the Atsawathewathin family.
Khanin straightened his posture and placed his hands on his chest before bowing respectfully, following the teachings of Chakri. Within the young man’s mind, there was a mixture of determination and worry. However, once he realized his decision, the slim figure straightened once again.
He had made up his mind to participate in the race. So the only thing he could do now was move forward. The young man composed a greeting in his mind. First, Khanin considered speaking, but then he chose to pause, observing the reactions of the royal relatives, assessing what he would encounter.
“How can we be sure… that this person is the true Young Prince? Everyone in Emmaly knows that the successor of Atsawathewathin had an accident and passed away before reaching adolescence. How can we be certain about anyone’s true identity?”
The truth was not distorted from what was expected. Khanin hadn’t had a chance to greet or say anything yet. As the muffled voice of the middle-aged man sitting on the left rose, the person in the classic suit with a snake-shaped brooch showed an unmistakable hostile aura.
“We already know that you would be the one who would ask…” Dhipabawon intentionally addressed Rachata as the main character, and a faint smile appeared on the lips of the elderly man before signaling to the royal officer. One person walked around distributing documents in front of each member of the royal family until they were all complete.
“…”
Silence engulfed the conference room once again, with no conversations taking place. Both sides were focused on reading the received documents, especially Rachata, who seemed to be reading every letter and ink stroke meticulously.
“This is the document confirming, whether it be DNA testing, previous residential history, or even photographs from childhood to adulthood, we have gathered everything to prove that this young man is the same person as the one involved in the events over twenty years ago.”
Then Rachata raised the corners of his mouth with a smile, but Khanin looked out, realizing that it didn’t reach his eyes.
“And how can we be sure about this, Your Majesty? That evidence may have been tampered with, this child could be deceiving us… Deceiving even you, Your Majesty.” Mr-Rachata raised the corner of his mouth with a smile, but Khanin looked out, seeing that it did not reach his eyes.
The leader of the Puchongpisut family kept the flame of anger in his chest, partly because he wanted to see Tarin’s reaction… The man remained silent, not speaking a word, uncomfortably quiet.
As for Waseen, he kept his head lowered, not exercising his right to speak as the ruler of Meenakarin, he was like a man who never had a voice, but only engaged in fish farming and supplying seafood to the city, acting as a watchdog for the Atsawathewathins.
Rachata scanned the highest monarch of the country with his eyes burning with anger. He despised the Atsawathewathin family because the family position made everyone bow under its authority and this family had produced successive Sovereign-Kings twice and still wasn’t satisfied. Now this family was playing hide and seek with countless unknown tricks looking for a third term.
Despite knowing all along that they had a royal heir, they never opened his mouth, letting other families play the fool. It was only when they realized that there was an important rival to watch out for that he was about to step onto the battlefield.
If looked at from a darker perspective, perhaps Tarin himself did not want to miss the opportunity to become the Sovereign-King, and even collaborated with Dhipabawon to create a new character, disguising this new character as his own son and undermining the legitimacy of other royal lineages… so that Atsawathewathin would not be disqualified from the competition. Rachata couldn’t easily believe all the evidence presented before his eyes.
“You can prove that better than anyone else, Rachata. If you’re still unsure, I can have Khanin verify his lineage with the hospital affiliated with the Puchongpisut family, so there won’t be any doubts about this test result, giving your people another reassurance…”
“…”
“You have to accept the truth.” Dhipabawon’s words called for everyone’s attention to focus on the highest priority.
Rachata frowned, while Thawetmetha remained still, listening intently to gather every detail.
“…”
“It may be difficult to admit that this child has deceived us. Initially, this child knew almost nothing. He only recently discovered who he really is, just like Tarin.”
“…”
“He never knew about Khanin’s existence. It was me who kept everything hidden for twenty years… Because I wanted to protect him from the dangers and evils that could occur, hoping that you all would understand.” The soft voice at the end of the sentence caused uneasiness among everyone in the conference room, including Khanin, who was being talked about.
The young boy in a formal navy suit, with a golden horse-shaped brooch adorning his tie, discreetly observed the postures of each party. His eyes, hidden behind two layers, inadvertently glanced at the person whom the Sovereign King called Rachata, revealing a venomous gaze before quickly diverting his gaze.
The tension in the air made Khanin feel more uneasy than he could have anticipated, encountering the face of someone he could consider a potential adversary for the first time.
The glances of the two boys, who seemed to belong to the same generation, met without trust. Although they did not speak directly, the young boy’s mind could anticipate a near future, filled with growing turmoil. It hung in the air like a gathering storm.
Perhaps his decision to compete was not as straightforward as Khanin had previously thought. It was not just a sword-fighting competition as he had understood before… It was an internal affair of this country, tied to governance and authority.
The more he saw with his own eyes, the more he understood what his father had taught him all along, while he was still alive… Every day, his father would present him with quizzes to search for answers. And one, in particular, stood out as a question that his father showed special concern for, which is…
“Do you see… who are friends and who are foes?”
If his father were still here, in this situation, Khanin would have only one answer to comfort Tanattai.
For him, there are no friends here… no political factions, no one he can trust.
Besides having to navigate an unwanted power struggle, Khanin also had to remain vigilant in an unpredictable situation. He had no way of knowing who he was facing but if we were to measure the probabilities, everyone in this room had a very high percentage of association with those assassins.
One of the four families has an undercover villain. Khanin is fairly certain that someone here is the person responsible for separating him from his happy life with his father, even though they had been happy not-so get along together.
There are those who wish him dead… but Khanin will prove that it’s not as easy as they think.
His concealed two-layered gaze swept the room, the new princeling of the ruling family, cunningly meeting the eyes of everyone as he lifted the corners of his small, almost imperceptible smile. Like a person with a plan.
Khanin perceived that he lacks any trace of fear and uncertainty in his mind as the heir to the throne. Although he was not born and raised in the palace, it is true. But as a competitor, for the sport of fencing, the young man is confident that he is no less agile than anyone else.
Let’s compete in whatever we can.
Now let’s see who will be better at playing games.
Because this time he will bring victory for us to witness.
“Um… If the result turns out like this, it means that Khanin is Your Majesty’s real true grandson… If that’s the case, it’s a joyful matter, isn’t it?”
Waseen, who once again takes advantage of his rights as the eldest nephew. With bright, clear eyes, he views the world positively according to the model of the esteemed lord of Meenakarin, making everyone take a breath.
Different people, different thoughts. Even if we think differently, with the graceful manner of all the royal members in the room, we must adapt to the circumstances.
“Yes, it’s a joyful matter.” Sovereign-King Dhipabawon raised the corners of his mouth, smiling. Although there was a hint of unease in their eyes.
“If that’s the case, congratulations to Uncle on having a grandson. Phii
Tarin, for getting your son back.”
The Thawetmetha family, who have been silent for a long time, finally spoke. The middle-aged man, with a tall, imposing figure in a suit adorned with a brooch depicting a sliding unicorn, raised his hand in a respectful manner following the example of Emmaly before raising his head to look at the person next to him, the Atsawathewathin family.
Despite looking unenthusiastic, Puchongpisut family lord also stood up, the middle-aged man in a classic suit with a stern face, making way for Ramil, who was sitting away, before taking a breath and clasping his hands on his chest, bowing respectfully like Emmaly.
“Congratulations to you too, Uncle… The same goes for you Phii Tarin.”.
“Such good news should not be kept within our family. If that’s the case, we should hold a press conference as soon as possible, don’t you think, Uncle?”
Waseen spoke up immediately when he saw Rachata’s clear acceptance of Khanin, the thin man smiling with obvious delight.
“According to Waseen, we should call the reporters right now.” When no one contradicted, Dhipabawon turned to the royal chamberlain standing beside him and issued a heavy order.
The serene man pondered his words to convey a message to the journalists to inform the public, before organizing everything in order and giving the order with great seriousness.
“Tell them that we will hold a press conference regarding the competition for the position of Sovereign-King in three months… Three states will compete for it.”
“…”
“Because Atsawathewathin now has an heir.” [1] Meenakarin current lord has not a child
The Royal Palace was bustling with numerous groups of journalists from various fields who had gathered together upon the announcement from the palace that the Sovereign-King had made a significant announcement about the future direction of the dynasty.
Social media was filled with rumors. Some said it was a press conference about the ruler’s health.
Some said it was an announcement about the prominent role of the influential families in the Eastern District, Puchongpisut and the Western District, Thawetmetha, who might play a crucial role in the next phase as the other two families had no heirs to succeed them.
But in the end, all the rumors were finally silenced by the image of a cleancut teenager who emerged from behind the scenes. This young man had a two-layered hidden eye and a prominent, sculpted nose, just like the characteristic features of the Atsawathewathin family.
The owner of the mansion had a fair complexion and wore a navy suit, adorned with a golden horse brooch, which was a significant symbol of the prestigious family, displayed on his chest.
The atmosphere was calm and cool. The unwavering gaze of the young man did not falter in the face of flashing lights, causing the photographers to pause their movements. With a firm grip, his hand touched the black microphone on the golden wooden podium, used for press conferences. The once lively and bustling atmosphere suddenly fell silent.
The only source of light was the red glow of the live video camera, which continued to project the images of a few individuals standing on the podium.
The protagonist of today’s event, Khanin, did not intend to waste anyone’s time. He simply took a deep breath, gazed directly into the nearest camera, and firmly and confidently began speaking, expressing his determination and conveying important messages to the public.
“Hello everyone… My name is Khanin… Khanin Atsawathewathin.”
“…”
“I am the next generation of the Atsawathewathin family… It’s nice to meet all of you. From now on, please I look forward to your guidance.”
The words spoken were authentic and created a wave of both positive and negative reactions. The social media sphere was ablaze with interpretations regarding the appearance of a royal successor with a well-known and influential family background.
Khanin Atsawathewathin became the most scrutinized individual overnight, exactly as Dhipabawon had intended.
The stark contrast, the elusive royal appearance that was once hard to grasp, now vanished with a single press conference from Khanin.
After the press conference concluded, all non-Atsawathewathin families were required to return to their respective capitals, in accordance with regulations that prohibited them from residing or entering the designated areas of the Royal Palace. They are allowed with permission or during the period of the Sovereign-King selection ceremony.
Classic music played from the record player, combined with the aroma of chamomile tea, providing a slight relaxation and easing of tension. The elderly man leading the conversation was Charan, the caretaker who had looked after Khanin since his childhood.
Even until this moment, he remained undeniably handsome, with a facial structure that was half reminiscent of his mother and half of his father, complemented by a prominent nose and well-defined lips. His fair skin contrasted with his jet-black hair, making Charan stand out from the crowd.
Dhipabawon knew that this attractive appearance attracted numerous people who attempted to establish a relationship with Charan, but he had never seen the other party reciprocate those feelings.
Perhaps it was because Charan was too committed to his duties.
“Chamomile tea is my favorite, do you know why, Charan?” The conversation continued as the older man gestured for Charan to join him in sipping the tea.
“Because it’s a taste that truly relaxes the senses, not just a beverage for socializing.”
Dhipabawon chuckled softly as he held the teacup with trembling hands, following the rhythm of time.
“You understand me well. Let’s drink together.”
“May I humbly request your favor…” Charan spoke with respect before raising his own teacup to sip. Time seemed to linger longer than the highest peak of the country would accommodate.
“What’s the buzz about Khanin like?” Dhipabawon’s voice was calm, not filled with any anxiousness. The older man inquired, knowing full well that Charan was already aware of all the ongoing situations.
It has always been like this. Charan is an observant listener but tends to keep information to himself, waiting to be asked rather than volunteering it, unlike many people. Charan is not one to seek attention. That’s why Dhipabawon considers him one of the trustworthy individuals.Phitakthewa family has never disappointed Atsawathewathin family.
“There are both positive and negative aspects, dear. Some think it’s deception. Although there is medical evidence supporting it and some have hope, the Young Prince created inspiration and encouragement for the younger generation.”
“Well, then.”
“Yes, Your Majesty, almost all media outlets, both domestic and international, are interested in the Young-Lord’s matter.”
Words spoken by Charan have made Dhipabawon pause, easing the tension in his shoulders, as everything falls into place according to plan.
“Alright, let it be like this. Let there be a shining light to keep Khanin safe.”
“…” Charan bows his head, accepting the words. The young man agrees with this thought. Khanin may have to endure being watched, but at least this way, the other side will be safe.
Khanin’s charming face inserts itself into Charan’s thoughts, diverting his attention from the fragrance of the tea. Charan sips the warm liquid in his cup.
The young man inadvertently thinks of someone else… and suddenly, certain realities come rushing back into the present. Charan came back to his senses
“For those who don’t believe, it doesn’t matter. Khanin has royal blood. He is Atsawathewathin. No matter what, this truth cannot be changed. He is the future king.” The statement of the highest authority in the country is the truth.
Charan swallows a lump in his throat and feels an unusual tightness in his chest, as if something within is contradicting his outward demeanor.
“Yes, Your Majesty.” The calming sensation remains, but the inner feeling is different. Charan warns himself about his status. He brushes away wandering thoughts before placing his teacup back on the tray, no longer perceiving the relaxation from the tea’s taste.
“Thank you, Charan, for safely bringing Khanin back. From now on, Grandfather will give you time to be with the work you love, to go wherever you want to go. As for Khanin…”
“…”
“I will arrange for someone to take care of him so that you won’t be burdened.” The 5th floor guardian’s favor towards Charan remains unchanged, and the good wish from the elderly seems like a veiled declaration that his mission is completed.
His duty was to bring Khanin back here, and now it’s over.
“I sincerely thank you, Your Majesty.”
From now on… they should keep their distance from each other more, shouldn’t they?
Khanin steps briskly along the corridor, taking an opportunity to withdraw from the various caretakers heading towards the garden in front of the royal palace. He requests a break from Chakri, asking for some personal time apart.
The important reason is… he wasn’t born in the golden horse family, he never lived with constant supervision. So, the most important thing for Khanin at this moment is time. It’s fortunate that the other party understands. Chakri agrees to let him escape from the countless interviews and gives him time to contemplate.
A warm breath escapes, the sky above changes its color, and Khanin returns to his old spot beside the waterfall pond, listening to the splashing water, waiting to hear the footsteps of someone.
Ten minutes seemed to pass before, just like some people whom Chakri said were being summoned to have tea with the Sovereign-King, Charan’s face seemed burdened with concerns. Until he heard a shout calling from him. His initial posture changed.
“You!”
“….” Charan walked straight towards the other Person like yesterday. The face that used to be troubled turned indifferent, the tall figure stopped in front, and the young man had the privilege of raising the topic.
“Do you see the trend? Now my friend in England must be shocked beyond belief. That Paul keeps sending messages without stopping. Saying I lied to him, saying I would come to do urgent business and stay. Now it has turned into an heir apparent… You, what is wrong with you?”
Khanin expressed his feelings at length, referring to what he himself had to encounter, but he hesitated when the reaction of the person in front of him differed every time.
“…”
“What’s bothering you…” Because Charan was silent and just looked at him, Khanin wondered. The young man stepped closer, before speaking a few words, holding his white body still.
“Your Highness…”
“?..” Khanin felt puzzled. He raised his eyebrows slightly because he is not sure what the tall person wants to communicate, initially Khanin understood that Charan just wanted to tease him like every time the other side chose to pick up royal terms to use.
But it seems that this time…
“Your Highness, I think that you should adjust your posture with the rules of someone from your station, Your Highness.” “What is it?”
…Something changed.
“The royal lineage, such as Your Highness, should not use common terms to talk to each other.”
“…”
Changed a lot…
“Your Highness will do everything right from now on, just like an heir apparent himself should do.”
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