All Chapters of THE SUPREME (ENG. VERSION): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

October 28, 1799... Prince Dalleon was restless as he heard the cries and screams of his wife, Princess Lovera, who was giving birth to their second child. The midwife had been assisting her for nearly an hour, but the baby had yet to come out. “My love, stay strong. Everything will be fine once you bring Zaitan into the world,” Prince Dalleon called from outside the door. “I can’t do this anymore! It hurts so much!” his wife sobbed, followed by another painful scream. Unable to bear it any longer, the prince pushed open the door and went to his wife. The midwife was shocked—he wasn’t supposed to enter, as only the midwife and the mother were allowed in during childbirth. “Your Majesty, why—” Tes, the midwife, began to protest, but Prince Dalleon interrupted. “Forgive my behavior, Old Tes, but I can’t stand hearing my wife scream like that. I want to be by her side as she brings our child into the world,” said the prince. “There’s nothing I can do. Just hold her hands, Your High

Current Year... Aling Sabelia was busy cooking in the palace kitchen while Rycon fetched water for her to use. He had volunteered to assist her temporarily while he was still looking for something to keep him occupied. Quiet and focused, Rycon was drawing water from the large well when he heard the clashing of weapons outside the fence. He carefully set down the two full buckets of water and slowly walked toward the low fence. Being naturally tall, he was able to peer over it without much effort. He saw several young men training with swords. They were being taught by the head commander, Suvan, and the youngest son of the Supreme—Prince Zaitan. Rycon’s eyes were drawn to the Prince’s strong and noble figure. He had overheard from the locals that the Prince was gifted with extraordinary abilities. He was also intelligent, and many noble families came to propose marriage to him, but such matters were far from the Prince’s mind. “Break time! Tomorrow, you’ll return at the usual hour—no

Current Year... The weather was bright and pleasant—much like how Princess Amira felt the moment she saw Rycon, who was busy carrying two buckets filled with cow's milk. He was shirtless, and the Princess couldn’t help but notice the well-defined shape of his body. She didn’t care about the age gap between them, even if Rycon was the same age as her youngest brother, Prince Zaitan. She adjusted her long hair and opened her lavender fan. Holding the hem of her lavender dress, she walked toward Rycon. "Good morning to you, Rycon," the Princess greeted. Rycon stopped and turned toward the Princess. He set the buckets down and bowed in return. "Good morning, Your Highness," Rycon replied. The Princess smiled sweetly. Her admiration for him deepened the closer she looked. His eye color stood out, his nose was sharp, and his lips were a soft red. Rycon’s skin was smooth and pale, almost like that of a blue-blooded vampire. "Do you have anything to do tonight?" the Princess asked, still

Year 1800... Prince Zaitan awoke from a terrible dream. Sweat trickled down his face as he recalled each unsettling detail—ones he wished to forget. His nightmare was about Rycon. In it, Rycon had learned how to teleport and bore the mark of Prince Zumir on his neck. In the dream, Zaitan witnessed his death—his life ended by a vampire he did not recognize. Beside the vampire stood a young woman with long, curly hair, but her face was hidden in shadows. He remembered Rycon's unusual skill with weapons. Though an ordinary vampire with no noble blood, Rycon wielded weapons with precision, yet supposedly lacked any magical abilities. It seemed unlikely that someone like him could learn teleportation, a power usually reserved for blue-blooded vampires born with energy flowing naturally in their veins. Still, Prince Zaitan was disturbed. Why Rycon? Why was he the one in the dream, out of all the vampires in his life? In his dream, Zaitan had offered Rycon the role of his right hand. But

Year 1803... (Play Nobita’s “Unang Sayaw” while reading this chapter. Thank you!) The moment Misan heard the young man’s voice, an unexplainable sensation swelled in her chest. Rycon’s eyes were fixed on her, and for the first time, his expression had changed—gone was the cold, blank stare. She didn’t respond to what he said. Instead, she quickly averted her gaze to the river in front of her. She could feel Rycon drawing closer, followed by his gentle sigh. “I just wanted to help,” he began. Misan remained silent, but her heart was pounding furiously, echoing the flood of questions rushing through her mind. Why did Princess Amira kiss him? What was going on between the two of them? “I only want to help because I know how exhausted you are from work,” Rycon added. Still, Misan did not respond. Deep down, she knew those were the words she wanted to hear. But her heart craved a different explanation—though she couldn’t understand why she so desperately wanted the truth. Why? Ry