The Red District
Though she had never been there personally, Cassandra had lived long enough in the Capital to know
where the Red District was. She naturally headed there, with Shareen and Dahlia, and the black-scaled
Dragon right behind It was a truly strange procession the bystanders witnessed that day. A concubine
in a pink dr Imperial Princess, only one servant with them and⦠an Imperial Dragon that struggled to
feet inside the streets. Many displays fell victim to his wing or tail in his wake, despite the merchantsâ
desperate attempts to push it out of the way. No one wanted to hinder their path, and the trio
progressed easily among the streets.
The reputation of the Imperial Family preceded them. Any glance, gesture or sound could trigger a
brutal and violent death, and no one wanted to leave any chance for that to happen. Shareenâs purple
outfit was like a ghost making everyone run away. Though she found it sad, Cassandra understood the
peopleâs fears and didnât comment on that. There were too many wilful princesses back at the Palace,
she had witnessed it herself. People were bound to fear them.
As they progressed in the streets, Cassandra surprised to realize Shareen knew the way perfectly.
âHave you been to the Red District before, your Highness?â
âI already told you to just call me Shareen, didnât I? Youâre my brotherâs woman, you need to grow a
backbone⦠And yes, I often go there.â
Cassandra didnât mind her rude way of speaking. After living a bit with Shareen at her motherâs palace,
she had grown used to it. Shareen was extremely blunt and literally had no filter on any subject or to
anyone, except maybe for her mother.
âReally?â Said Cassandra. âI mean⦠I didnât think members of the Imperial family would⦠venture in
such a placeâ¦â
âOh, some do. I like to go, for shopping.â
âForâ¦â
Cassandra understood her sentence and desperately blushed. A question popped in her head, but she
chased it away, as she could never gather the courage to ask. After all, she had witnessed herself how
playful Shareen wasâ¦
Behind them, Dahlia was walking silently, glancing at the two women. Though she had volunteered to
accompany Cassandra, she was about as shy as the concubine about going there. She silently kept
glancing at the Imperial Princess, intimidated, but she also watched out for the Dragon following them.
Like common people, Dahlia was naturally scared of it, and if she hadnât seen it being so peaceful to
Cassandra before, she probably would have been terrified about coming alongâ¦
âSo, where do you want to start?â Asked the Princess as they reached the said District.
During the day, that area was relatively calm. Most people here worked at night, so the brothels were
barely just opening their doors to let the caretakers, servants, and slaves do their chores. Cassandra
glanced left and right, but she had no real clue.
âI guess weâll just have to ask aroundâ¦â
âRight. We better do it now before they start screaming and running away seeing your petâ¦â
âOh.â
Cassandra had almost forgotten about the Dragon. Indeed, it would be a bit inconvenient to walk him
around. She smiled and walked up to him, immediately getting all of its attention. Krai had been
following, curious to where they were going, so when the young concubine turned to him, he barely
contained his excitement, crushing two stalls with his tail.
Cassandra put her hands on its snout, scratching him.
âCan you wait for us here? Krai?â
She was never sure how much heâd understand of her words, but since the Mountain episode, she
knew about how to make him lay down and wait. She kept patting his snout with both hands until he
laid his whole body down, closing his eyes, ready for a little nap.
âGood boy,â she said with a smile. âDonât eat people!â
Whether he had understood that last part or not, Krai slightly opened his red eyes, watching her walk
away with the two other women.
Dahlia was in shock. The young Concubine had the blood of a Goddess, to order around a Dragon like
that and have him obey like he was her pet! The Dragonâs owner didnât even need to be around! She
had previously thought the Dragon was indulging her because the Prince was always around, but she
had it all wrong! Now, by her will, the most dangerous beast on this Empire was taking a nice little nap
in the middle of the street!
âLetâs start with this oneâ¦â Said Shareen, heading to the closest building. âYou know what to ask?â
Cassandra nodded, stepping ahead.
Needless to say, anyone who opened their door was completely struck by the sight of the two women.
When wearing the Imperial Purple, the other a high-ranked concubine! A couple of them even
wondered internally if this wasnât some sort of scam since the strange duo was only accompanied by
one servantâ¦
âIâm looking for my younger sister,â Cassandra repeated for the eighth time that day. âShe should be
sixteen years old now, she was captured nine years ago. She probably resembles meâ¦â
Back when they were children, Missandra and Cassandra indeed looked a lot alike. They had the same
brown hair, the same thin nose, and even the exact same emerald eyes. Even if her sister had
matured, Cassandra hoped that their whiter skin would help people identify her.
âSorry, your Highness,â said the woman. âI donât remember anyone that could match your description.
You might want to ask next door, though, they usually purchase the girls when theyâre young, theyâre
known for their training.â
Cassandra thanked her, but she was starting to feel a bit depressed. Someone should have been able
to remember Missandra. Even if many girls came in and out of those establishments, not many should
have been from a different origin. Compared to the goldish or brown tanned skins around, Missandra
should have stood out.
âSo boringâ¦â said Shareen. âWe canât even see their girls at that hour.â
âWe didnât come here for shopping, remember?â
âSpeak for yourselfâ¦â
âDo you buy your servants here? Instead of the usual market?â Asked Cassandra.
She had noticed how Shareen liked to be surrounded by beautiful things, and beautiful people. Most of
her servants were gorgeous women and handsome young men. She didnât seem to care much for their
personalities thoughâ¦
Once again, Cassandra repeated the same words to the old woman who directed the next Brothel.
However, this one had an odd expression the whole time.
âOh, thatâs why you seemed familiar, my Lady! Youâre Mieâs older sister? You look just like her!â
âMie?â
âYes, yes, Mie! How could I forget her? That child was a little spitfire! Always running around, yelling
and stealing
food, a little demon that one!â
Shareen sent a glance at Cassandra, doubtful.
âYou sure that sounds like your sis?â
âShe was always more energetic than meâ¦â Whispered Cassandra before turning to the woman. âIs
she here? Can I see her?â
âOh, no, no, your Highness, she left years ago. We sold her to another brothel, one of our top ones
couldnât stand her⦠I think she went to⦠yes, yes, let me check my notebook, it should be written
down somewhereâ¦â
The old lady disappeared for a while, leaving those two. Cassandraâs heart was thumping loudly in her
chest. Could this really be Missandra? Did she finally find a lead, after all these years?
She returned, giving them an address, another brothel a few streets away. As soon as they got there,
though, Cassandraâs heart broke. The place was closed.
âCrap⦠Do you think they will open soon? Maybe we can just wait a bit?â She sighed.
Next to her, Shareen rolled her eyes and took out her sword.
âSeriously, act like your rank, pretty face. Youâre an Imperial Concubine. You donât fucking wait!â
With those last words, Shareen brutally destroyed the entrance door, sending the panels of wood flying
away. She had really gone full strength on those, making it even larger than it was supposed to beâ¦
Cassandra felt sorry for whoever would have to pay for the damages but still followed her inside.
A man came running, and while he was obviously about to yell, his mouth closed as soon as he spotted
the two women, forming an odd grin.
âYou⦠Your Highnesses, can this humble man ask what⦠what has caused your anger?â He asked
awkwardly, glancing at the large opening.
âYou,â said Shareen, visibly out of patience, pointing her sword at the manâs chin. âTell us if you bought
a girl that looked like this concubine, years ago. She went by the name Mie.â
The man only took a quick glance at Cassandra, very eager to answer.
âY⦠yes, your Highness! I remember her, but she isnât here! We⦠We sold that girl three months later,
we couldnât keep her! She had bit the customers and hit the ownerâ¦â
âReally?â Said Shareen, turning to Cassandra with an amazing look. âDamn, Cassie, it sounds like your
sis took all the fiery side and didnât leave you any, did she?â
âWhere did she go next?â Asked Cassandra, ignoring her.
âI⦠I think the Master sold her to another brothel, a few streets down⦠But I know that place ended up
selling her too, five weeks later, the same thing happened.â
Cassandra sighed. Missandra really didnât make things easy for them⦠Though she was a bit happy
that her younger sister had resisted her fate, she hoped she hadnât run in more trouble by doing so.
For the next hour, the same schema repeated over and over again. Every time they asked a new
brothel, it appeared Missandra had only stayed a few weeks to a few months, injured a customer or
worker, and got sold again. Even Shareen was impressed. (2)
âI hope she didnât get too badly treated and punished for all of theseâ¦â said Cassandra as they were
on their way to the next brothel.
âOh, she probably was,â replied the Princess.â However, the brothel owners are careful not to scar or
permanently injure their merchandise. She probably got cold showers, or was starved, things like that.
Iâm starting to get very
curious, though, she must be a real beauty if people kept buying her despite her reputationâ¦â
Cassandra had the same feeling. Every brothel that Missandra had been to, no matter how short,
clearly remembered her as soon as they saw Cassandra. How much more until they actually find her?
As they were about to enter another one, next to her Shareen brutally stopped her eyes elsewhere.
âShareen?â
âWait, itâsâ¦â
The Imperial Princess was staring in another direction, towards two women who were chatting.
Cassandra didnât know either of them, but one of them was obviously a prostitute, judging by her
clothes, while the other was obviously much younger, fourteen or fifteen years old. The most intriguing
thing was the green dress the second one was wearingâ¦
To her surprise, Shareen suddenly rushed to those women who hadnât seen her coming, grabbing the
young girlâs wrist. She screamed in surprise. When Cassandra arrived at the scene, the prostitute
woman had fleed the scene, but the girl caught by Shareen looked terrified. The Princess looked like a
feline who had just caught her prey.
âI wonder what youâre doing here, Valeriaâ¦â
Cassandra wondered if she was an Imperial servant for Shareen, but it didnât seem to be it. The girl
was shivering from head to toe, holding on to a little packet in her hand. She was avoiding Shareenâs
eyes, completely terrified.
âWho is thisâ¦?â Asked Cassandra, lost.
âThis? This is one of my younger siblings, Valeria, fifteenth Imperial Princess⦠Care to explain what
the hell youâre doing in this place, in this outfit, little sister?â