RURAL

PANA

"Apprise Kalin for the commencing speech."

"Most certainly, Your Highness."

"You may go."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The King didn't offer him a look and was left alone , between majestic white pillars. The lodge was dark but was lightened a bit by a ray of sunlight. Sunset was a nigh. 

The middle - aged man deliberately closed the magnificent huge lodge door. He, in a fancy suit, made his way through the hall in echo, was hurried down the elegant spiral stairs then rushed to the Queen. The opening of the stronghold was flooded with invited guests in honor. He whispered to her the earlier notice,

"The King had wish for Your Highness to commence."

The Queen turned sour and shot him a look,

"How could he??"

"Pardon me, Your Highness, the King didn't quite inform me a reason."

The Queen was stressed and couldn't keep herself straight for a moment. She took a quick breath and smiled,

"Excuse yourself for today, Pana. Today should be a holiday for you as well."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Pana grabbed a black case by him before he was set to go when a figure interrupted his way,

"What is with the case, Uncle Pana?"

"The Queen had given me a break."

"Wow. Mommy don't usually do that. So where are you going?"

Pana placed his hands on the little prince's shoulders and bent,

"I am going there again. You know what I mean."

"Ohh I do hope that I can follow you! Rather than to be stuck in this castle."

"Listen here, Jojo. You can't hope that for today."

The little prince insisted further,

"Why can't I ??"

"Your mother will be so mad."

Prince Jojo frowned. He knew how terrible the Queen's wrath can be. Finally he gave up on demanding a travel with Uncle Pana.  He felt guilty on seeing the down - face prince,

"Maybe next time, okay?"

Prince Jojo just nodded,

He plastered a tiny smile and went straight to his mother. The Queen was the most displeased but was appealed by close cousins to have a good thought on the King ; maybe the King really is in an urgent.

Pana pulled himself out from the banquet, then from the royal stronghold itself.

He felt some eyes on him. Pana fastened his pace forward. They must be wondering ; where is the very right - man of the King is heading to if not by the King? He made himself blind to such stares. He hid himself behind some closed dark walls. There were no witnesses around, he took off his royal coat along with golden accessories and the tiny royal emblem. 

No one would recognize him as someone from the royal affiliation nor the elites. He was only in plain white shirt. He tied his wavy hair in a bun afterwards. He felt extremely comfortable in this way. Pana successfully sneaked through the elite households then passed the border way between the elites and the rural. 

He had walk amongst the people of the lowest caste. 

This is where the fresh air comes from.