The War God’s Favorite

Chapter 65

The First Prince

Despite looking so thin and delicate, the precious piece of jewelry felt quite heavy on her head.

Cassandra stood up, and the Emperor looked satisfied.

“Perfect, perfect! I knew this one would be perfect for you, my precious White Lily! Now, go and enjoy

the festivities! This stubborn son of mine will be mad at me if I keep you with me for too long. He and

his sister never learned how to share!”

Cassandra chuckled a bit before thanking him once again and walking away. Sure enough, she felt

many, many stares following her as she made her way back to her Prince, who was indeed waiting. He

held out his arm but was staring at the item on her head.

“That old man…” He said.

“You don’t like it?”

“I don’t like you wearing another man’s present.”

His jealousy was really something else… Cassandra smiled gently, though, and gave him a quick kiss

to appease him. It worked, as he helped her sit back with their little group. She heard her younger

sister step closer.

“Hmpf. I guess that old man is not completely rotten to the core after all…”

“Are you admitting His Highness might not be a bad man?”

“…I’m still thinking,” said Missandra.

Cassandra knew how stubborn she was, and that having her revise her judgment, even just a bit, was

quite an achievement after only one day in the Palace. She smiled at her younger sister, who blushed

under her hood.

“Oh… So the wild kitty can be tamed I guess,” said Shareen, who had watched the whole scene.

Missandra frowned and turned her head away, ignoring Shareen. Meanwhile, everyone had resumed

their chatting and drinking, and the first performers had arrived, playing songs and singing to some

hymn to the glory of the Dragon Empire.

“What language was that, with your younger sister?” Asked Kareen, whispering to her side.

“Our native language, from the southern tribes. All tribes spoke the same language, though each had

their own changes to it…”

“It’s impressive you two remember things you learned so young,” admitted the Imperial Concubine.

“I used to sing,” suddenly said Missandra. “I remembered our mother’s prayers and sang it over and

over again, to remember it…”

“I did the same,” whispered Cassandra, surprised her younger sister had the same reflex that she had.

In their tribe, children learned a lot of the language through songs and prayers. It was a big part of their

culture, as respect to the Nature Gods Cassandra still firmly believed in. On the scene, the songs the

musician performed were only about men. About the Glory of the past warriors, emperors, and savants

of the Dragon Empire.

Cassandra hadn’t sung out loud in years… Her previous master had heard her sing once and beat her

half to death for it. She accused Cassandra of cursing her in that savage’s language, as she had no

idea what her song was about.

Cassandra was looking at the performers, and something silent and painful was blooming in her heart.

She missed her homeland… Meeting Missandra, so changed after all those years, had brought back

memories she had buried deep in her mind. The familiar sounds of the water, the smell of the seaweed

and soaked wood were still engraved in her. She loved the rivers surrounding her village, the wild

streams, the fresh winds, and little waterfalls.

Playing barefoot in the mud, diving with her sister and swimming with the fishes, learning from her

mother about everything treasure their Nature Goddess had to offer…

“Are you okay?”

Kairen had put his hand on hers, scrutinizing her with a concerned frown. Cassandra nodded, smiling

back to him.

“I was lost in my memories,” she admitted,

She was about to add something but, not far from them, the first prince started coughing loudly again,

so much that people were distracted to the performance to watch him. The closest woman to him,

patting his back, looked genuinely worried.

Cassandra, too, frowned. This was a bad cough… She turned to Kairen.

“Do you mind if I…?”

“No, I’ll come with you.”

Kareen frowned, but she didn’t say anything to stop them. They both stood up and walked over to the

first Prince, who had trouble catching up his breathing. Cassandra politely bowed to him.

“Are you alright, your Highness? Do you need any help?”

“Ah… Lady Cassandra… If… if you don’t mind…”

“He’s been coughing more than usual,” explained the Lady in pink next to him. “He had a bit of a fever, This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

too…”

Indeed, he looked extremely pale. Kairen pulled a chair to help his older brother seat a bit, as the first

prince’s concubines were gathering around. Kairen’s glare kept them at bay, though, leaving only the

first concubine next to them.

“His Highness was born with weak lungs,” she explained. “Usually, he only gets sick once in a while,

but…”

Cassandra was careful, but she had to check him out. She put her fingers on his forehead, confirming

his fever, and put a hand on his back and chest as he was coughing again, closing her eyes.

“What are you doing?” Asked the concubine, confused.

“I’m trying to sense how are his lungs reacting to his coughing… The sound resonates through his

thoracic

cage…”

As the Prince’s cough subsided, Cassandra’s expression was getting gloomier. She knew that kind of

chronic disease. It wasn’t so rare, but unfortunately, it had to do with his weak respiratory system, and

she knew no definitive treatment.

She stood up, looking around.

“This kind of environment will make his Highness’ disease worse… The air is too cold, and the smokes

from the food and candles will make him sicker.”

“What do you suggest, Lady Cassandra?”

“Put him in a very clean room, with fresh sheets and not one speck of dust. I’ll write you a recipe for an

herbal tea, make sure he drinks it with a bit of honey and at a warm temperature, not too hot or too

cold. Let him rest and sleep, I’ll visit tomorrow morning.”

“Yes, Lady Cassandra, thank you so much!”

As soon as she was done writing the recipe down, the worried concubine escorted the first Prince out.

Compared to the other young ladies who were reluctant to leave the party and follow them, Cassandra

could tell that one was genuinely loving and worried for her Prince.

A lot of people, who weren’t watching the first Prince’s exit, had their eyes on Cassandra, once again.

The Concubines rarely cared for anyone but their own Prince, yet she had spent several minutes

checking Sephir, and chatting with his favorite concubine, too.

She walked back to Kareen and Shareen, trying to ignore all the stares. There were way too many

people around…

“Father!”

All eyes turned to Phetra, and Cassandra frowned. Whatever that woman was about to say, she knew

she wasn’t going to like it…

“Isn’t it time for the young Ladies present to show off their skills? It would be boring to only have

professionals do it, right? Fifth brother, didn’t you mention some of your ladies just yesterday?”

It wasn’t like Phetra to praise anyone else… Shareen and Cassandra exchanged a look, unclear about

what was to

happen.

“Let me guess… This one is as cunning as a snake?” Whispered Missandra.

“Dieni. Stay away from her, Lihue.”

Missandra nodded. She had already noticed how that woman was often glaring their way. It was indeed

a nest of venomous snakes…

“Oh, I know!” Replied the fifth Prince, Lephys. “Where is the redhead! Show them!”

Cassandra was disgusted. He didn’t even bother to remember his concubines’ names! No wonder,

when he had over two hundreds of them… Actually, he had brought about forty of fifty of them along to

the party, which made a huge feminine crowd around him.

Cassandra sighed, glancing at Kairen.

“What is it?” He asked.

“Seeing your brother reminds me of how lucky I am,” she sighed.

Kairen clicked his tongue. He could look over Cassandra touching Sephir for medical reasons, or

getting close to Anour as he was younger, but he wouldn’t let his concubine near that pervert Lephys.

He was notorious for his complete lack of restraint when it came to women. He had even forced down

two of the Emperor’s concubines, who had been executed as soon as it was found out.

The red-headed Concubine stepped forward and bowed lowly, but did not introduce herself or say

anything. Cassandra immediately noted how short her red dress was, and she wasn’t wearing any

jewelry. She looked very unsure and unwilling to be there. However, she took out two long red ribbons

and started dancing. It was beautiful, and the musicians soon began playing to accompany her.

After some time, she realized the concubine’s two ribbons had started burning. She had to keep

dancing, making the flames dance in the air, people having fun watching this. It was mesmerizing,

watching to fire snakes dancing around, menacing to set fire to the grass under her feet or her red hair

at any point.

When she was done, she threw her ribbons into the lake, the flames dying in the water. Everyone

around applauded, and the young lady bowed before going back to the fifth prince, her head down.

Cassandra could tell she had not done this out of her own accord….

“It was a bit boring, brother,” said Phetra with a sigh.

Even though most people probably didn’t agree with that statement, no one dared to interrupt an

Imperial Princess. Cassandra frowned. Phetra had her brother put one, two, three, to six other of his

concubines to dance or sing, one after another, but no matter how talented they were, she acted

unsatisfied.

After the seventh one, Lephys was upset to see her still so unhappy.

“Aren’t you too hard to please, Phetra? Why don’t you suggest a performer!”

Her vicious smile appeared right away.

“Should I? I mean, I would be curious to see our third Brother’s concubine perform. If she is so talented

as everyone praises her, certainly she should have a talent to show us?” ?

Cassandra frowned. So that was what Phetra had intended from the beginning… To have her play an

act in front of the whole crowd, reminding her she was just a Concubine. Kairen, furious, immediately

put a hand on his sword, but Cassandra stopped him.

Next to them, Shareen clicked her tongue.

“If you need a show, I’m good at throwing knives, sister. I would love to show you how skilled I am…”

The threat was so obvious, no one dared to breathe too loud in the area. However, Cassandra stood.

“If you want a performance, I’ll show you one,” she announced fiercely.

“Cassandra,” said her Prince, holding her back. “You don’t have to…”

“Don’t worry,” she said with a gentle smile. “I’ll be quick.”

Cassandra didn’t care for Phetra’s childish ways, but it was high time that woman stopped

underestimating her like some toy she could freely play around with. If she was hiding behind Kairen to

ignore her again, Cassandra would forever be seen as a weak concubine who couldn’t stand for

herself.

It was time to get rid of that image, for good.