The Evil Princess
She was breathing harder and louder, undulating her hips, a pearl of sweat running down her body.
Cassandraâs every breath was so enticing, and those which turned into moans were even worse. The
War God couldnât take his eyes off his concubine. With her on top of him, riding him, he wouldnât 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 couldnât. Cassandra kept moaning louder,
feeling him between her legs and the pleasure that was rising inside like a raging fire.
âMyâ¦Lord, Iâ¦â
âMy name, Cassandra. Call my name.â
âKairenâ¦Kairenâ¦â
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 couldnât 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 wouldnât 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 hadnât 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 wouldnât forgive whoever it was. Not when they had tried to harm herâ¦
and their baby. His eyes glanced over her little tummy. How much longer? As long as they are both
safe. Heâd rather take Cassandra out of this wretched place, but for now, he didnât 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
didnât 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 dressâ layers. She could tell he really liked it on her and picked a matching set
of pink diamond jewelry. Their time together didnât last long, though. Kairen was soon called to the
Emperorâs early military council, while Cassandra was invited to Imperial Concubine Kareenâs quarters
for breakfast. They parted early, but he made sure Cassandra wouldnât 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 Cassandraâs taste, along with a little
breeze. She took her time, knowing the Imperial Concubine hadnât set an exact time. Cassandra had
never really taken time to
visit the Imperial Gardens by herself, but despite their beauty, they werenât as wild and free as the ones
in the Diamond Palace. She definitely couldnât come to like this Imperial Palace. Something about it
always felt wrong to her. Too big, too wide, too luxurious, andâ¦too dangerous.
âDonât make yourself too comfortable.â
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 didnât want to be there, avoiding Cassandraâs eyes and her
sisterâs.
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 Cassandraâs brand new pale pink dress.
âGood morning, Your Highnesses.â
âWhere are you off to?â asked the Princess in that imperial tone of hers.
âI was invited to have breakfast with Imperial Concubine Kareen.â
âOf courseâ¦â
Phetraâs words had some deep meaning, but Cassandra couldnât grasp it all. She just knew she didnât
want to stay near that woman. Though they obviously didnât like her, the other Princesses didnât 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.
âI miss the time when slaves couldnât even step inside the Palaceâ¦near us.â
Cassandra felt anger rise in her heart. Slaves could only enter the Palace to be massacred in their
slaughter gamesâ¦or if someone from the Imperial Family took them in, just like Kairen had done for
her. The young concubine wasnât upset because Phetra was disgusted by her presence, but because
of the Princessâ obvious revulsion for slaves.
But Cassandra couldnât say anything. Krai was slowly growling behind her, but the dragon probably
wouldnât injure a member of the Imperial Family, unless they really tried to harm Cassandra in some
way.
âIf youâll excuse me, Your Highnesses, I need to get going.â
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 dragonâs red
eyes never left the princesses.
âYou were right, you know.â
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, Phetraâs 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.
âFive hundred and six.â
Cassandra was lost. What was she⦠But after a few seconds, the young concubine understood and all
the blood left her face. Princess Kiuna was looking down, with something like shame painted all over
her face. But Phetra was thrilled.
âShe died after the five hundred and sixth.â
Cassandra felt so sick and disgusted, she thought she was going to collapse. That woman was soâ¦
wretched! She hadâ¦reallyâ¦
âYou 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.â
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. Howâ¦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 Concubineâs quarters,
much to Kraiâs concern. The Dragon was staring at her, curious about her behavior, trying to get her
attention with soft growls, but the young concubine wouldnât 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.
âYou littleâ¦Why are you running? What is it, child? What would cause you to put my grandchildâs safety
in danger like this?â
Cassandra tried to catch her breath, shaking her head. She walked up to her, almost falling on her
knees at the Imperial Concubineâs side. Kareen frowned and caressed her hair, unhappy.
âTell me, Cassandra.â