บท 88: Chapter 85

--- 22th of April 1897 ---

--- 3rd Person POV ---

--- Bidadari House Forest---

It had been a few days since Yuvraj Siagu, along with his entire family, the cabinet of Prime Minister Aguinaldo, and other important military officers, arrived in San Miguel to visit the military airbase in the area. Today, Maharaja Siagu and the project team were heading towards the site to witness one of the greatest advancements mankind had ever made. Meanwhile, Yuvraj Siagu, his siblings, cousins, mother, and aunt were instructed to remain at the house to relax and occupy themselves, which they all accepted.

Yuvraj Siagu decided to take a walk in the forest behind his uncle, Prince Sharvil's house, accompanied by his mother, some courtiers, and guards. The chirps of birds and the rustling of trees made the entire journey peaceful and calming for both mother and son. Yuvraj, having recently released all his emotions through tears to his mother, felt renewed. He felt like a newborn, stress-free and focused solely on the present.

Maharani Alice smiled and held the hand of her son, Yuvraj Siagu. "I presume you are feeling a bit better after expressing everything," she said.

"Yes, thank you so much for that, Mama," Yuvraj Siagu replied with a smile.

"Good," Maharani Alice continued, her tone firm yet gentle. "That should be the last time I see you cry like that. It is unsightly for the future monarch to show such weakness." Her words served as a reminder of his duty as the nation's future ruler.

Yuvraj Siagu remained silent after being reminded by his mother. As much as he wished his mother were as affectionate as she had been in his past life, Yuvraj Siagu knew that she would always prioritize decisions for the betterment of the monarchy. Especially during this time period and because of her upbringing, where monarchs and their consorts prioritized the welfare of the monarchy over personal emotions.

This was why, despite his initial discontent and disapproval of his younger sister being betrothed to the Joseon Prince, Yuvraj Siagu decided to remain silent and accept the situation. It wasn't out of fear or inability to convince his parents otherwise, but because he understood the importance of the betrothal between Prince Yeong and his sister, Rajkumari Mahati.

As the mother and son duo continued their walk through the forest behind Rajkumar Sharvil's house, Maharani Alice couldn't help but recall the writing her son had been engrossed in during their train journey two days earlier.

"Siagu..." Maharani Alice called, seeking her son's attention as she held his hand.

"Yes, Mama?" Yuvraj Siagu replied.

"If I remember correctly, before we started our conversation on the train a few days ago, you were busy scribbling something on a piece of paper. I caught a glimpse of it but forgot what it was. What were you doing at that time?" Maharani Alice inquired, her curiosity piqued.

Yuvraj Siagu, having nothing to hide, replied calmly, "I was actually working on some homework for my arts and literature guru. I have been tasked with writing my opinion about the works of the artist Rajendra Surya, who lived during the reign of Emperor Charan I in 1721."

Maharani Alice raised an eyebrow in interest. "Oh? Rajendra Surya, you say. Two of his works are currently located at the Sooraj Museum, while one is in our family's possession. He was a very famous painter during his time and was always the companion of Emperor Charan I, traveling with him to paint everything the emperor wanted to be captured on canvas."

Yuvraj Siagu pondered the arduous tasks that Rajendra Surya had endured under the command of Emperor Charan I. "That is quite an exhausting job," he mused.

Maharani Alice nodded gracefully while giggling, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Indeed, it was tiring. If I remember correctly, one document stated that Rajendra requested permission to travel across the empire, to which Emperor Charan I agreed, but with one condition."

"And what was the condition, Mama?" Yuvraj Siagu inquired, his curiosity piqued. He yearned to learn more about Rajendra Surya, feeling that his current knowledge was insufficient to fully grasp the painter's persona.

Maharani Alice smiled proudly as she recounted, "Emperor Charan I commissioned Rajendra to create a masterpiece depicting the creation of the entire universe. Rajendra eagerly accepted, driven by his dream of traveling across the empire. It took him an entire year to complete the piece. Measuring nearly 4 meters wide and 2.5 meters high, it is an exquisite work that captures the beauty of creation and the artistic style of our people.

Emperor Charan I named the masterpiece 'When God Smiles,' a fitting title for a painting that portrays the magnificence of the Lord's creation. Today, the painting is housed in the temple of Palawan, the second holiest temple in the empire, after the temple in Sooraj, under the care of the Archbishop of Palawan."

Maharani Alice spoke with deep admiration as she recounted everything she knew about the painter commissioned by Emperor Charan I. Her son, Yuvraj Siagu, listened eagerly, thirsting for more knowledge about the artist and his works. Yuvraj Siagu himself expressed words of awe, continuing to marvel at the painter Rajendra.

Before Yuvraj Siagu could delve deeper into inquiries about Rajendra Sutra, Maharani Alice chose to share her own personal favorite artist in the empire: Juan Luna, the younger brother of Major General Luna. She detailed her fascination with Luna's commissioned paintings, which had propelled him to greatness as one of the empire's most celebrated artists. Luna had even been honored with the Order of the Cross of Akaash III in arts, the sixth most prestigious accolade in the empire—a testament to his exceptional talent and contribution to the arts.

Yuvraj Siagu nodded thoughtfully as he responded to his mother's inquiry, "Yes, Mother. My mentor in arts and literature acquainted me with Juan Luna and his remarkable works. We explored Luna's profound devotion to his nation, his fiery spirit, and his unwavering pursuit of excellence in both art and service to the empire."

Maharani Alice listened with keen interest, intrigued by her son's insights. "Siagu, what struck you the most about Luna and his creations?" she asked, her eyes reflecting genuine curiosity.

Yuvraj Siagu couldn't resist flashing a meaningful smile at his mother as he shared his admiration for Juan Luna's works. From Luna's lesser-known pieces to his acclaimed masterpiece, the Spoliarium, which rivaled those of other artists in the empire, Yuvraj Siagu detailed what he found captivating about Luna's art. As he spoke, a quiet satisfaction filled him, knowing that his knowledge of Luna's work from his previous life was now being put to use.

In truth, Yuvraj Siagu had never met or been introduced to Juan Luna, who was currently in Europe exploring the continent's culture and arts. Yet, to foster a closer bond with his mother, Maharani Alice, Yuvraj Siagu had pretended familiarity with Luna's art. He cherished these moments of lighter conversation, steering clear of more stressful topics, which both he and Maharani Alice enjoyed discussing together.

Maharani Alice on the other hand enjoys spending every minute with her eldest child as she

In reality, Yuvraj Siagu's guru had never introduced Juan Luna to him. His knowledge of the man and his contributions during the late Spanish colonial era in the Philippines remained solely based on his previous awareness.

The mother and son duo continued their conversation, delving deeper into discussions about literature and paintings, spanning from contemporary to traditional painters of the empire. They explored prominent figures from the late 13th to the 14th century, up to the modern-day luminaries in the field of painting, including Juan Luna, Regino García, and Paz Paterno. These individuals, with Spanish ancestry, were once viewed as a stigma in Butuanon society due to their Spanish bloodline, reflecting a complex historical narrative.

During the reign of the late Emperor Agusan V, the stigma against mixed individuals in Butuanon society was finally eradicated, owing to their significant contributions not only to Butuanese society but to the entire empire. Their unwavering allegiance and support to the Empire of Butuan and its imperial family cemented their acceptance.

As Maharani Alice strolled alongside her companion, enveloped in smiles and a pleasant atmosphere, her mind couldn't help but return to the words she had spoken to her son days earlier during their journey to their current destination. Yet, it wasn't guilt that weighed on her now; rather, it was the unspoken sentiments she hadn't conveyed to her son that left her feeling somewhat unsettled.

Yuvraj Siagu, unaware of his mother's inner turmoil, continues their conversation as if nothing is amiss, longing for the maternal affection he never experienced during his college years in the 21st century.

Finally recalling the source of her profound contemplation, Maharani Alice interrupts their tranquil exchange to address her son with a question that weighs heavily on her mind.

"Have you been in touch with Crown Prince Vajiravudh recently?" she asks casually, masking her true intentions.

With smiles and a nod, despite a hint of curiosity sparked by the sudden shift in topic, Yuvraj Siagu responded, "I have. The recent message I received from him informs me of his plans to join the military academy to deepen his knowledge and understanding of military affairs once he turns 18."

"Is that so…" Maharani Alice replied, a hint of surprise coloring her tone. "Has he mentioned where he intends to pursue his education? I presume he will return to England to continue his studies, considering their ongoing need to appease the British, who surround them on nearly every side." Her voice carried a tinge of discontent as she spoke.

Yuvraj Siagu replied, gazing ahead at the lush foliage surrounding them, "I don't think so, Mama. Princess Abbhantripaja mentioned in her recent letters that her older brother and father, King Rama V, are considering sending my good friend Vajiravudh to study here in Butuan, specifically in the Champa Region."

"In Champa?" Maharani Alice exclaimed in surprise. She knew Champa currently housed three of the empire's strictest military academies, and she couldn't fathom why King Rama V would choose to send his heir to such a region, especially given its proximity to French Indochina.

Upon learning this information, both Maharani Alice and Yuvraj Siagu found themselves deeply shaken. It wasn't just a revelation; it signified a shift in the very fabric of their known world. Yuvraj Siagu, in particular, grappled with the unsettling reality that his grip on the future was slipping away.

In the weeks that followed, this realization weighed heavily on Yuvraj Siagu. His meticulously laid plans were continuously revised to adapt to unfolding events. The revelation of Butuan's deal with the Dowager Empress of the Qing Empire, whom he regarded as the fading power in Asia, only added to his mounting fears.

As the pressure mounted, both physically and mentally, Yuvraj Siagu reached a breaking point. His distress culminated in a moment of vulnerability before his mother, Maharani Alice, revealing the depth of his turmoil and uncertainty about what lay ahead.

Yuvraj Siagu, though uncertain about the efficacy of his interventions in preparing for the evolving future, had already committed to his mother, Maharani Alice, that he would prioritize the present. Having already contributed significantly to the military, he made this promise to her.

"Yes, King Rama V seems to favor Champa because of its proximity, enabling easier visits between our nations without undue delay," Yuvraj Siagu remarked.

Maharani Alice nodded in understanding. "I see... Speaking of military training, you will also be joining the military when you reach the age of near 18, as per our clan's tradition. Although it would only be the duration 5-6 months."

"I understand, Mama," Yuvraj Siagu replied obediently, showing no signs of confusion or disobedience. This decision had been ingrained in him ever since he learned about the culture and traditions of the Imperial Clan of Shaja. The idea of joining the military had already taken root within Yuvraj Siagu.

Certainly! Here's a revised version in the third person:

Sensing the opportune moment had arrived, Maharani Alice halted abruptly, prompting her son and their entourage to pause in tandem just behind them. She turned to face her son, eager to discern his reaction.

"Why have we stopped, mama?" Yuvraj Siagu asked, confusion evident in his voice.

"Nationalism... delving into realms of diplomacy that a child should not tread," Maharani Alice stated solemnly as she gazed at her son. "I understand your desire for our nation's unity under the banner of the imperial clan and government. However, you are still a child and should not involve yourself in such matters."

She tenderly ran her fingers through her son's hair, silently conveying her wish for him to lead a balanced life as the heir to the Imperial throne of Butuan. In her heart, Maharani Alice believed that her son should prioritize his studies over national concerns, a sentiment not entirely shared by her husband. As a mother, she hoped he would embrace his youth before assuming broader responsibilities.

As Maharani Alice had once told her son on a train journey, she believed that experiencing childhood was as crucial as preparing to inherit the throne of Butuan. She emphasized to Yuvraj Siagu the importance of focusing solely on his education, family, and his fiancé.

Upon hearing his mother's words once more, Yuvraj Siagu couldn't help but feel apprehensive about his political ambitions. Despite his eagerness to continue his involvement in politics, he realized it wouldn't be easy, especially now that the empress of Butuan, his own mother, had turned her attention towards him.

Yuvraj Siagu was acutely aware that his mother was one of the few individuals in the world he dared not defy. Judging by her demeanor, he anticipated that his actions would soon be restricted or closely monitored, prompting him to adopt a more discreet approach.

With subdued nods, he responded to his mother, who returned his gesture with a gentle smile and nod of approval, content with his answer.

In a tender and composed voice, Maharani Alice conveyed, "I hope you understand, Siagu. I'm doing this for your own well-being," before enfolding her son in a warm embrace.

Smiles of care adorned the faces of the courtiers standing at a distance from the mother-son duo, particularly Senior Eunuch Radhesh, who knew well of his master Yuvraj Siagu's longing to spend time with his mother in recent months. Radhesh couldn't help but silently pray for time to stand still, granting his master more moments with his beloved mother. The sentiment was shared unanimously among the other courtiers.

As they stood amidst the tranquility of the lush forest behind Prince Sharvil's house, Maharani Alice and Yuvraj Siagu, along with their retinue of courtiers, became attuned to the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of birds. They found themselves enveloped in a serene moment, appreciating the natural beauty around them. The rolling hills extended before their eyes, bathed in the golden hues of the setting sun, creating a scene of profound tranquility and peace.

Their hearts swelled with contentment, their minds drifting into a state of blissful reverie, when suddenly, without warning, the serene silence was shattered by an unfamiliar and thunderous roar. It was a sound unlike anything they had ever heard before, a cacophony that seemed to pierce through the very fabric of their peaceful surroundings.

Instinctively, the group of courtiers, Maharani Alice, and Yuvraj Siagu turned their gaze skyward, searching for the source of the disturbance. Confusion and nervousness swept through the assembled group as they strained to comprehend the unfamiliar sound echoing through the skies. Meanwhile, Yuvraj Siagu couldn't suppress a discreet grin, anticipation filling his mind as he contemplated the origin of the mysterious roar.

Against the canvas of the twilight sky, a sight unfolded before them, filling the courtiers and Maharani Alice with awe and wonder. Strange contraptions, metal birds with wings of steel, soared high above, moving with a grace and speed that defied comprehension.

As they struggled to make sense of this marvel of human ingenuity, Yuvraj Siagu stood apart from the others. Instead of fear and confusion, a smile of pride and content graced his face. With a deep understanding of what lay before him, Yuvraj Siagu couldn't help but whisper to himself with excitement, "aeroplanes..."

Aeroplanes, marvels of flight that appeared to challenge the very laws of nature, soared through the heavens with a grace and power that mesmerized onlookers.

Two distinct silhouettes emerged, their unique designs and authoritative presence capturing the gaze of the courtiers and Maharani Alice. Among them, Yuvraj Siagu recognized one, his knowledge evident as intrigue filled the air.

The first was the Martinsyde F.4 Buzzard, known to Yuvraj Siagu as the F1 Buzzard, a marvel of engineering draped in sleek metal and fabric. Its elongated, streamlined fuselage cut through the air effortlessly, while its wings, spread wide like a bird in flight, attested to its aerodynamic excellence. The Buzzard's powerful engine roared with a ferocity matching its namesake, propelling it forward with a speed and agility that bordered on the supernatural.

As it soared overhead, the Buzzard's polished metal exterior caught the last rays of the sun, gleaming like a beacon against the darkening sky. Within its cockpit, nestled deep in the fuselage, the aviator guided the machine with steady hands upon the stick, navigating the heavens with a skill and precision honed through countless hours of training and practice.

Beside the Buzzard, another notable aircraft flew—the Airco DH.9A, known to Yuvraj Siagu as the Airco EB.1. Its bulkier, more utilitarian form stood in stark contrast to its sleek counterpart. Despite its less refined appearance, the DH.9A emanated an unmistakable aura of strength and ruggedness, its stout wings and robust fuselage attesting to its reliability and durability in challenging conditions.

Similar to the Buzzard, the Airco EB.1 was propelled by a formidable engine, its propeller cutting through the air with a steady, rhythmic hum. Perched atop the fuselage like the helm of a ship, its cockpit provided a commanding view of the world below, guiding its crew through the skies with a resolute sense of purpose and determination.

As the airplanes streaked across the sky, leaving trails of smoke and fire in their wake, the group stood rooted to the spot, overwhelmed by the spectacle unfolding before them. In that moment, they realized they were witnessing the dawn of a new era—a time where the impossible became possible and the boundaries of human achievement were pushed into the realm of the extraordinary.

Maharani Alice herself, upon realizing the unfolding events, couldn't help but smile knowingly. Her eyes sparkled with excitement and a newfound sense of dominion over other nations and peoples. Remembering her husband's words about these machines called airplanes, Maharani Alice believed it wouldn't be long before the war came to an end.