The War God’s Favorite

Chapter 61

The Slave & The Prostitute

As they arrived back to the Imperial Palace, the doors opened wide thanks to Shareen’s purple outfit

and Cassandra’s pink dress, but her younger sister couldn’t stop frowning or be wary of everyone they

crossed paths with. She stuck right behind Cassandra, checking everything around them as if she was

ready to hide, fight or run away anytime.

Shareen walked ahead, as usual, to head back to her apartments, next to her brother’s. She was still

pissed about getting drugged in the middle of the street, enough that she didn’t even want to mention

that incident.

Cassandra, however, had other worries in mind. For some reason, she wasn’t feeling too good about

her sister being into the Palace. Missandra would be an easy target for anyone who wanted to harm

her, and she clearly remembered Phetra’s evil ways. The cruel Princess couldn’t attack Cassandra as

long as she wore an Imperial title and the symbolic pink dress, but Missandra, on the other hand, was a

mere commoner she could kill without blinking.

Moreover, as soon as she and Shareen had come back, an Imperial servant had informed them that

the War God was still in a session with the Emperor. Hence, instead of going back to her Prince’s

apartments, Cassandra decided to go to the one place she thought would be safer.

Her apartments in the Palace had nothing to do with her own Diamond Palace, but Kareen was still

ruling over the place like a Goddess over her temple. The servants, used to see Cassandra go in and

out on a daily basis, didn’t even question her. Funny enough, the War God’s concubine had less trouble

meeting with the Imperial Concubine than the Emperor himself…

“Where are we going?” Asked Missandra in a whisper.

“Don’t worry, little sister, everything is fine.”

Behind them, Dahlia was following the sisters closely, still very confused to hear them speak another

language. She knew that the third Prince’s Concubine had grown outside of the Empire’s borders, but

she had never heard about the southern tribes or their culture… It was a very unexpected reminder of

the Lady’s unique background.

“Cassandra, dearest! What are you doing here?” Said Kareen, surprised to see the young woman

come in at that time.

Cassandra bowed politely.

“Sorry, Lady Kareen, I hoped I could stay here with my sister until his Highness was back?”

The Imperial Concubine glanced at Missandra after her sentence, not hiding her surprise to see

Cassandra’s sibling there. She had heard Cassandra mention a younger sister a couple of times, but

she had no idea she had been searching for her since she was back in the Capital.

Seeing Cassandra’s worried expression, and her younger sister terrified behind her, the Imperial

Concubine understood quickly what was going on. She gestured for a servant to approach.

“You two must have quite a lot to catch up. Feel free to use the tea room.”

“Thank you, Your Highness.”

Just like that, the servant led Cassandra and Missandra into a different room. Kareen watched the

women go, well aware of why her grandson’s mother had chosen to come here. She immediately gave

instructions for Missandra, too, to be monitored closely, and for Kairen to be informed.

Meanwhile, Cassandra and Missandra were finally alone in another room.

The younger sister couldn’t relax, however. She grabbed Cassandra’s hand.

“Big sister, how come you’re here? Who was this woman, and how… how did you become a

concubine, of all things…?”

Cassandra took a deep breath. She understood Missandra’s concerns, but it was time she explained

everything. From the first time she was bought and sent to work for her first master, up until her

meeting with the Prince, and everything that had happened afterward, Cassandra told her sister

everything.

A servant had brought them two cups of tea, but neither of the sisters touched it. They were too

absorbed in their conversation, trying to patch together the pieces of their past together. When

Cassandra finally arrived to the present, Missandra was crying.

“I… I can’t believe you’ve been through all of this… A slave… I… I thought you might have been freed,

like me… You’re so much smarter, and… educated… I hoped you’d found a good man and married

early…”

As she talked, she kept glancing over all of the scars on Cassandra’s body, her lips trembling. The

concubine was so used to seeing all those scars, she didn’t care much for them anymore. They had

healed long ago, and even her Prince never reminded her about her damaged body.

However, for Missandra, this was the brutal vision of her sister’s hardships. She felt almost ashamed of

her own body, spotless and well-nourished.

“Missandra, what happened for you? I told you what we heard, but… I need to know…”

The younger sister nodded, trying to wipe her tears away.

“It’s mostly as you heard. I was… sold right after you, to a brothel. Until I was thirteen, they simply

trained us, groomed us to be beautiful and seduce men… I had my first customer when I was thirteen,

but, I wasn’t tamed. I didn’t want to lay and be a toy for them to play with… So whenever I could, I

would rebel, cause a ruckus and make sure I was locked away from the customers for a while. I stole

as much money as I could to, without being noticed. I had intended on buying myself out of slavery, but

I didn’t think someone would pay my debt for me.”

“Was that… The husband they mentioned?”

Missandra nodded.

“A good man, actually… He was a scholar’s son. We got along because he was smart, my favorite

customer. With the money he borrowed from his family, he convinced my last workplace to sell me to

him, and he bought my freedom. Marrying him was part of the deal, but I didn’t mind.”

“…What happened, then?”

“His father got mad when he learned what I… that I was a former slave and prostitute. He chased both

of us… I wanted us to just go and buy a house, but he kept wanting to go back and convince his family.

He went there four times and… the last time, he didn’t come back. I thought he had abandoned me, but

then I learned one of his father’s concubine’s son had killed him. So I never appeared in front of his

family again.”

“So that’s when you decided to open your shop?”

“Exactly. Truth is, I thought many times about leaving the Capital, but… I’ve been here since I was

seven. I wouldn’t even know where to go…”

Cassandra left out a long sigh, disheartened. She was glad Missandra hadn’t suffered too many

hardships, but it didn’t take anything from her pain as an older sister to hear that she had been made a

sex slave…

“I am so glad we are together, now,” she said.

“I still do not trust those people,” replied Missandra with a frown. “They are murderers, big sister! They

won’t hesitate to murder their own blood!”

“Missandra, I promise he’s different.”

Her younger sister shook her head in disbelief.

“They take as many concubines as they want, they toy with them and they throw them away like trash!

Do you know how many times I’ve seen this, at the Red District? Some women are dying to be made

concubines, and then a few months later, we find their bodies outside of the gates!”

“I am his only concubine.”

“He probably killed the previous ones.”

Cassandra stayed silent. Sadly, that was the truth… She had been aware of it since long ago, from her

first time at the Onyx Castle. Kairen hated the women thrown at him by his brothers or father and had

killed them without thinking twice.

However, she still knew she was different.

“We can leave, Cassandra,” insisted her sister. “We can leave and have a normal life, just the two of

us… As commoners, away from the Capital!”

Cassandra was about to reply something, but rushing steps came from the outside. Dahlia, who had

been waiting outside, walked in and opened the door wide for the War God to come in.

Immediately, both sisters stood up, each with a different expression on. Cassandra walked up to him,

and Kairen naturally put his arm around her waist, while staring at Missandra. The younger sister had a

ferocious look into her eyes, and her hand on her dagger’s handle, ready to take it out.

“…your sister?” He asked in a cold voice..

“Yes. This is Missandra.”

The two of them didn’t say anything, staring at each other with a burning animosity between them.

Cassandra wasn’t too comfortable about this situation, either. Her heartfelt uncomfortable, and she

turned to her Prince, trying to repress it.

“Can she stay with us for now?”

Big sister, I don’t want to stay here! You should leave and leave that man!”

“Missandra, I promise you will be fine. But I am not leaving him.”

Kairen was surprised to hear the younger sister use another language, and even more surprised to

hear Cassandra talk it back, just like Shareen had been. He looked down at Cassandra. (5

“What is it?”

“Let my sister go!” Suddenly said Missandra, not hiding her anger.

Kairen replied with a glare, and his arm holding Cassandra a bit closer to him. He was judging that

younger sister, so young but so fierce. Missandra was obviously terrified, but seeing Cassandra close

to that man, she refused to back down.

“I don’t trust you to protect her, people like you made her a slave!”

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“…I won’t hurt her,” said Kairen, still glaring at Missandra.

Cassandra couldn’t tell if he was unhappy about her sister’s tone, or her thinking he would harm her,

but his murderous glare was not lessening one bit while saying those words. She was terrified he would

kill her if he ran out of patience, and put a hand on his torso, hoping to have him calm down.

“I’ll explain to her… Missandra, I promise, you can trust him.”

“Trust him?” Whispered her sister in disbelief. “Trust him? The last man I ever saw you with dragged

you by your hair across our village to sell you! I am never entrusting my sister to any man again!”