Magnate's Blood Crown

Thirty Six

The news of Ohm's fall spread like wildfire, reaching every corner of the Thai Sovereign. In the palaces of Lannathai, Thammarat, and Phraithaya, the emperors received the message with heavy hearts. The thought of their Supreme Emperor, the God of War, brought down in battle was almost too much to bear. Yet, deep within them, there remained a flicker of hope—a belief that Ohm's strength and resilience would see him through even this.

In each kingdom, the emperors gathered their generals and advisors. Despite the worry that gnawed at their hearts, they stood firm. They knew their duty to the Sovereign, and they knew that Ohm would expect them to continue the fight, no matter what. The Siamese forces were relentless, but the emperors resolved to defend their lands with everything they had. The battles ahead would be brutal, but they would stand united for the Sovereign, for their people, and for the hope that Ohm would return.

In a small, secluded town called Suri, far from the turmoil that had engulfed the palace of Suphannarat, His Supreme Highness Nanon sat in tense silence. The simple wooden walls of the safe house offered little comfort.

The air in the room was thick with anxiety. Nanon's hand rested protectively on his swollen belly, the life growing inside him a constant reminder of what was at stake. Despite the reassurances from those around him, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. The bond he shared with Ohm was strong, and he could still feel Ohm's heart beating, faint but steady. It was a small comfort, but it was enough to convince him that Ohm was not gone.

But with that realization came a chilling thought: the Siamese soldiers, believing Ohm to be dead, would now turn their attention to Nanon and his unborn child. If they succeeded in their mission, there would be no heir to the Sovereign, no one to carry on Ohm's legacy. They would hunt him down, scouring every corner of Suphannarat until they found him.

Nanon's heart raced as the gravity of the situation settled over him. He knew he had to act quickly. There was no time to waste.

"Father, Mother," Nanon began, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. "The Siamese will come for us, for my child. If they believe Ohm is dead, and they'll stop at nothing to ensure there's no heir to the Sovereign. We need to prepare, and we need to move fast."

Hiran nodded, his expression grave. "You're right. We'll do everything we can to protect you and the child. We'll make sure this town is secure, and if necessary, we'll move to an even safer location."

Lawan placed a reassuring hand on Nanon's shoulder. "We've been through worse, and we've always come out stronger. We'll protect you, my dear. No harm will come to you or your baby."

Yao and Lek exchanged determined looks, their eyes reflecting the fierce loyalty that ran through the Kirdpan family. "We'll stand guard," Yao said firmly. "No one will get past us. Let them come—we'll be ready."

Nanon took a deep breath, his resolve hardening. He had always trusted Ohm to protect him, but now, with Ohm's fate uncertain, it was up to him to protect their child, their future. He couldn't afford to be passive. He would fight with every ounce of strength and courage he possessed.

"You are right. We'll survive this," Nanon whispered, more to himself than anyone else. "For Ohm, for our child, and for the Sovereign."

Leaving Aim in the care of his parents, Commander Hiran and Commander Lawan, Nanon ventured out into the small town of Suri with his cousins, Head Commanders Yao and Lek. The village, seemingly unremarkable at first glance, held secrets that had yet to be uncovered by the kingdom. As they wandered through the narrow streets, their curiosity led them to a discovery that could change the course of their fight.