Searching For You

The King eyed the lump on Mua Kong's chest and shoulder wondering what is beneath the blanket as Mua Kong walked towards the Royal Pavilion. The black blanket hangs on one side of Mua Kong's body blending in with his black clothes making it seems like the blanket was purposely placed on the side of the shoulder for a new fashion style.

Mua Mong and his wife was just as curious, their eyes followed their younger brother whom was walking towards their direction unfazed of all the eyes watching him.

Not wanting to distract the people and the performance, Prince Mua Kong raised his hand to signal for everyone to continue and for them to not do the greeting as it would disturb the program. When everyone saw the gesture at them, the performers continue where they had stopped when his carriage arrived. Those whose eyes were gazing at him shifted their gaze back to the stage wondering when their daughters will get a chance to go on stage.

Unbeknownst to them, the King planned to interrupt the performance in a couple of hours and for one hour, allow the young lady of each household to all line up and walk once through the stage.

Feeling unperturbed by all the eyes focusing on him, Mua Kong gently sat down on the chair and leaned back to sit against the backrest. He did not care to explain what he was carrying as he felt he owe no one an explanation.

Elder Mae who was sitting in front of the carriage where the coachman was sitting carefully got off with the help of the guard who pulled the door open for Mua Kong. Instead of following Mua Kong to the pavilion, she branched off inside to the Palace in search for the palace chef. Elder Mae made her way to the palace kitchen to ask the chef to make a small portion of stew dish, easy for children to digest and told the chef to not question but follow the order to which the chef complied.

Breathing the same airs, just one pavilion in front and two feet lower than the Royal's Pavilion, Pa Chee's heart pounds endlessly as she slowly sipped her tea to make herself looked calm and compose. She kept glaring with curious eyes at the man who stole her heart at first sight many years ago. This torturous feeling of love and admiration from afar over the years is nearing its limit. The man whom she silently gave her heart to is so close yet so far from her. All these years of waiting for him is about to end. She felt very confident that she could get him to accept her, if he just allows one opportunity to talk to her, she could make him fall for her. She is the most wanted woman among the upper class and her father hold a high position in the palace, she feels like she is not behind in terms of look, class and wealth. Pa Chee's heart fluttered at just the thought of Mua Kong setting his eyes on her and how much they match each other in terms of capabilities, look and strength.

Too curious and couldn't wait for his younger brother to revealed the surprise, Mua Mong got up from his seat, walked behind the King and over to Mua Kong's table, "What do you have there?" He whispered as he leaned in closer to Mua Kong's shoulder reaching one hand out about to lift the blanket on Mua Kong's shoulder.


Just as curious for the answer, the King shifted his eyes to the left, in his peripheral vision, he pried for the thing on Mua Kong's right shoulder that is closest to him.

Sensing the motion of his older brother's hand reaching onto his shoulder about to lift a peek underneath his blanket, Mua Kong moved his shoulder swiftly to avoid his older brother's hand, he lifted his head up without disturbing his right side to glance at his brother, he whispered back, "Wait a little bit."

With the response, Mua Mong felt reluctant to accept but since they are attending an event with a lot of people around, he forced himself to agree and wait until his brother decided to tell him.

At this time, the next group came up on stage. They brought in drums and instrument to perform on stage. Most of the performers playing on stage have their own instrument musicians. As the drum rolls like several thunder roars unlapping each other, the little lump on Mua Kong's arm moved, causing the blanket to shift slightly.

Feeling the movement on his arms, Mua Kong looked slightly down to his right shoulder. He could guess the sounds of the drums that vibrated across the field probably awoken his little man who fell asleep on their one hour journey to the main palace. With his left hand, he lifted the blanket off from his shoulder exposing his son's head that seemed to just rouse from the noise of the drums on stage.