The War God’s Favorite

Chapter 47

The Evil Princess

She was breathing harder and louder, undulating her hips, a pearl of sweat running down her body.

Cassandra’s every breath was so enticing, and those which turned into moans were even worse. The

War God couldn’t take his eyes off his concubine. With her on top of him, riding him, he wouldn’t miss a

second of this delightful scene. She was the one guiding him, imposing her rhythm, and it was good, so

good, for both of them.

Laying down under her, holding her hips. Kairen was mesmerized by the balancing movement of her

hair, the sparkles in her emerald eyes, and her skin, shyly going from white to an adorably excited pink.

He could spend hours like this. Unfortunately, his concubine couldn’t. Cassandra kept moaning louder,

feeling him between her legs and the pleasure that was rising inside like a raging fire.

“My…Lord, I…”

“My name, Cassandra. Call my name.”

“Kairen…Kairen…”

She kept repeating it, like a spell. Her eyes closed, she was biting her lips and focusing on their

connected bodies. Kairen caressed her little breasts, the pink extremities, making her shiver. She liked

it. Cassandra would close her eyes when she couldn’t face his dark eyes anymore, and her cheeks

were redder than ever. She was close to the edge.

The Prince finally started acting up, moving his hips under her, little assaults that took her by surprise,

as Cassandra had to hold on to his shoulders. He wouldn’t give her any rest, though. He kept swinging,

making her cry in pleasure above him, only slowing down when she truly begged him to, until both of

them were tired, pleased, and relieved.

The concubine slowly fell to his side, exhausted. She was still sweating a bit from all that exercise and

trying to catch her breath.

Kairen was satisfied too. A warm feeling in his chest, he turned to her, making sure she was okay. He

caressed her arm and back gently until Cassandra fell asleep, won over by the exhaustion. Then, he

sat up and used the towels in the room to wipe her up a little, and covered her with a thin silk sheet.

Only then did he come back to lay next to her, putting an arm around his concubine.

They had come a long way from the time he first met her. His Concubine hadn’t revealed any of her

secrets back then, her knowledge in medicine, or her admirable willpower. She was just a common

woman, among many others, and she had never tried to step above the others or put herself first. She

remained pure throughout, the exact same girl that had stood at his feet. Kairen glanced at the basket,

where the dead snake was. He wouldn’t forgive whoever it was. Not when they had tried to harm her…

and their baby. His eyes glanced over her little tummy. How much longer? As long as they are both

safe. He’d rather take Cassandra out of this wretched place, but for now, he didn’t have much choice.

Too many things were happening at once, and with all of his family gathered… Events could unfold

drastically at any time now. He hated the idea, though. Their allies within the walls were very few. He

didn’t trust any of them fully, except maybe his mother.

The next morning, they both got ready in silence. Someone had already delivered a new set of

magnificent pink dresses for Cassandra. She picked a pale pink one that complimented her complexion

perfectly. Her Prince was also very satisfied while helping her get dressed up. He caressed her hair

and the fine gauze of her dress’ layers. She could tell he really liked it on her and picked a matching set

of pink diamond jewelry. Their time together didn’t last long, though. Kairen was soon called to the

Emperor’s early military council, while Cassandra was invited to Imperial Concubine Kareen’s quarters

for breakfast. They parted early, but he made sure Cassandra wouldn’t be alone. Hence, the young

concubine walked through the gardens, along with a very voluntary Krai, the huge dragon happily

toddling right next to her.

It was still early in the morning and the temperature was right to Cassandra’s taste, along with a little

breeze. She took her time, knowing the Imperial Concubine hadn’t set an exact time. Cassandra had

never really taken time to

visit the Imperial Gardens by herself, but despite their beauty, they weren’t as wild and free as the ones

in the Diamond Palace. She definitely couldn’t come to like this Imperial Palace. Something about it

always felt wrong to her. Too big, too wide, too luxurious, and…too dangerous.

“Don’t make yourself too comfortable.”

Behind a piilar, followed by half a dozen servants, Princess Phetra was there, along with her younger

half-sibling, Princess Kiuna. Both had very different stances. While Phetra was standing tall and

crossing her arms in a proud stance, Kiuna, on the contrary, was looking down and fidgeting with her

hands as if she was embarrassed and didn’t want to be there, avoiding Cassandra’s eyes and her

sister’s.

The young Concubine took a deep breath and bowed slightly to them. Phetra had been infuriated by

her new status and it was still obvious in the way she glared at Cassandra’s brand new pale pink dress.

“Good morning, Your Highnesses.”

“Where are you off to?” asked the Princess in that imperial tone of hers.

“I was invited to have breakfast with Imperial Concubine Kareen.”

“Of course…“

Phetra’s words had some deep meaning, but Cassandra couldn’t grasp it all. She just knew she didn’t

want to stay near that woman. Though they obviously didn’t like her, the other Princesses didn’t look at

her in such a murderous, hateful way. Cassandra had felt it early on. Just like the Second Prince hated

Kairen to the core, she could tell Phetra was just as dangerous.

Phetra stared at her for a while, from head to toe, with disgust.

“I miss the time when slaves couldn’t even step inside the Palace…near us.”

Cassandra felt anger rise in her heart. Slaves could only enter the Palace to be massacred in their

slaughter games…or if someone from the Imperial Family took them in, just like Kairen had done for

her. The young concubine wasn’t upset because Phetra was disgusted by her presence, but because

of the Princess’ obvious revulsion for slaves.

But Cassandra couldn’t say anything. Krai was slowly growling behind her, but the dragon probably

wouldn’t injure a member of the Imperial Family, unless they really tried to harm Cassandra in some

way.

“If you’ll excuse me, Your Highnesses, I need to get going.”

Without waiting for their permission, Cassandra turned her heels and started walking away, trying to

repress all of her feelings against that woman. Krai was following from up close, but the dragon’s red

eyes never left the princesses.

“You were right, you know.”

Cassandra stopped, turning to her. What did she possibly mean by that? What was she right about? As

she was trying to find the answer, Phetra’s icy smirk chilled her to the bone. The Princess was

obviously enjoying this, and maybe for the first time in a long while, Cassandra felt truly scared.

“Five hundred and six.”

Cassandra was lost. What was she… But after a few seconds, the young concubine understood and all This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

the blood left her face. Princess Kiuna was looking down, with something like shame painted all over

her face. But Phetra was thrilled.

“She died after the five hundred and sixth.”

Cassandra felt so sick and disgusted, she thought she was going to collapse. That woman was so…

wretched! She had…really…

“You know, it was almost exciting. Waiting to see when she would finally die. I took a normal whip, of

course, and counted. Each. One. My. Self.”

She had said those last words so slowly like she was savoring them. For Cassandra, it was too much.

She stepped back, turned, and walked away as fast as she could.

Phetra was evil. Pure evil. How…how could one be so inhumane as to… do that to another human

being? And enjoy it? And take the time to count… She almost ran to the Imperial Concubine’s quarters,

much to Krai’s concern. The Dragon was staring at her, curious about her behavior, trying to get her

attention with soft growls, but the young concubine wouldn’t stop. She kept going, trembling, trying to

get there faster. No, the truth was, what she truly wanted was to get away from Phetra.

When she arrived there, trembling and almost out of breath, the Imperial Concubine got up, frowning.

“You little…Why are you running? What is it, child? What would cause you to put my grandchild’s safety

in danger like this?”

Cassandra tried to catch her breath, shaking her head. She walked up to her, almost falling on her

knees at the Imperial Concubine’s side. Kareen frowned and caressed her hair, unhappy.

“Tell me, Cassandra.”