Chapter 19


    The Prince’s Tent


    While listening to Kairen and the General, Cassandra couldn’t ignore all the eyes on her. The camp


    only had men, thousands of them. They all wore the very same ck armor, like Kairen’s. The only


    difference was that the higher-ranked ones, like the men in front of her, had extra decorations, like gold


    braces or belts. The Prince, however, was the only one wearing dragon scales on his armor and


    braces. But aside from that, there wasn’t any disy of wealth.


    With so many eyes on her, Cassandra was d to be covered with the fur cloak. Being the only woman


    was sort of intimidating, even with the Prince standing right in front of her.


    Kairen was talking with the old General about conditions at the camp. He had only been gone since the


    previous day, but many of his men were trying to hold his attention. She could only stay still behind him


    and wait.


    Most of the conversation was about tactics, training, and new recruits. Cassandra listened, but she


    wasn’t knowledgeable about any of those things.


    “We also have to consider food rationing, My Lord. We have doubled the hunting teams, but it’s getting


    harder for everyone. The men are starting to talk…” said one of the Generals, awkwardly.


    “I have brought more,” Kairen said simply.


    “Thank you, My Lord.”


    The man was about to say something else, but another of the lieutenants spoke ahead of him, so he


    stayed quiet. Despite his beard, Cassandra noticed he appeared to be younger than the others. He


    would frown every time another of the high-ranked officers spoke, clearly paying close attention to each


    word that was said. Then, the oldest General, who appeared to be Kairen’s second, invited him for a


    tour outside of the training grounds. He briefly turned to Cassandra.


    “Stay here.”


    “Yes, My Lord.”


    Kairen left the tent first and all of the men quickly followed after, though some couldn’t stop themselves


    from looking back at Cassandra before leaving. She didn’t avoid their stares. Instead, she tried to


    remember each of them. There were about twenty in total, and once they left, the room felt strangely


    empty.


    Cassandra was now all alone in therge tent. Holding the fur cloak tight around her, she got up and


    wandered around. Not touching anything, she observed each item in the room, a little curious about her


    Prince’s life at the camp. The table was mostly filled with military books and maps. Cassandra knew


    how to read, and it wasn’t her first time seeing maps, but she couldn’t help but smile a little when she


    spotted one where her homnd appeared. The Rain Lands were so small on the mapspared to


    the Dragon Empire… The territory had been annexed by the Eastern Republic, so the map was


    probably old. Her finger slowly traced the route that, as far as she can remember, had probably been


    taken all the way to the Capital. With being bought and sold over and over again, she had seen a few


    ces, but the majority of her life had been spent in the Capital.


    She didn’t have any regrets about leaving those ces, though. She never made friends there, or had


    anything of value. ves couldn’t own anything anyway, not even their clothes. Cassandra sighed and


    brought her fingers up to her very cor. It was heavy and, most of the time, painful too. She had


    touched the locking mechanism so often she knew it by heart. Only a ve trader possessed the key to


    open one of these. And even if she got rid of it by chance some day, it would take years for the red


    marks it had carved into her flesh to disappear. very was something that was never forgotten.


    Taking her eyes off the many maps, Cassandra headed to the wardrobe. As expected, the Prince didn’t


    have many outfits, and close to no jewelry, except for a few gold chains and rings that she didn’t dare


    touch.


    The furniture was probably the fanciest thing in the tent. Most of it was expensive wood, surely carved


    by a specialist. There was even gold in some parts, in the throne-like chair or the head of the bed. It


    wasn’t as low-key


    as the Prince’s room in the Castle. Was it because he spent most of his time here?


    “Excuse me?”


    Surprised, Cassandra turned around. She didn’t think someone woulde here while Kairen was


    away. It was a rather young man carrying arge basket. He looked even younger than she was, and


    seemed quite shy too. He bowed a bit clumsily to her.


    “I was told to bring this here for His Highness, Ma’am. Is it fine if…”


    Cassandra was surprised he was waiting for her approval to put his basket down. She nodded.


    “Uhm, sure, please do.”


    “Thanks, Ma’am.”


    He walked to one of the corners of the room and put down his basket, taking out some armor.


    “It was done while our Lord was away by our cksmith, with reinforced iron and dragon scales,” he


    exined with a strong northern ent.


    “Is it from Krai… I mean, His Highness’ dragon?”


    “Yes, ma’am. We collect them when the ck Dragon sheds its scales so our cksmith can break


    them and reshape them for His Highness’ armors. It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”


    “It is…”


    Cassandra walked closer to look at the armor and indeed, it was gorgeous. The ck of Krai’s scales


    was shining and perfectly molded into the Prince’s armor. The cksmith had even been very precise


    while re-carving the scales’ shape, making it look like the original pattern. As if she had praised him,


    the young soldier smiled.


    “My teacher is very good! He is one of the best in the Empire.”


    “Are you an apprentice?”


    “Yes, Ma’am. I came here a year ago to follow my master andplete my apprenticeship.”


    Cassandra realized some of the youngest soldiers she had spotted were probably apprentices, just like


    him. Indeed, an army required many types of expertise, like the cksmith master he was so proud of.


    Embarrassed by her eyes on him, he blushed a little and bowed again.


    “I’m Orwan, Ma’am. I’m part of the first cksmith team.”


    “Nice to meet you, Orwan. I’m Cassandra.”


    “Uhm… Nice to meet you, Ma’am… I mean, Lady Cassandra.”


    Once again, it felt odd to be addressed like that, but she didn’t say anything. Actually, she noticed a


    bad burn on his hand, and frowned.


    “Are you all right?”


    “Oh, this? It’s fine, I get burns like this all the time… It will heal.”


    “No, it looks like it’s infected. Have you not tried to get it healed?”


    Orwan frowned, looking a bit embarrassed.


    “No, Ma’am…”


    “Don’t you have healers here?”


    “We do, but…there are only a few, and mostly for high-ranked officers.”


    “What if someone else is injured?”


    “We usually put water on it, and our lieutenant will give us a few days of rest.”


    “What if it’s bad? This could seriously lead to losing your hand!”


    “Hem… There is the Red Room, but…”


    “The Red Room?”


    Orwan nodded.


    “That’s where they take the people who get badly injured, Ma’am. But no one really wants to go there,


    it’s rumored to be a ce where… well, where people go to die.”


    Cassandra was confused. Why would they allow people to simply die…


    “Where is the Red Room?”


    “In the third East building, Ma’am. But it’s not a ce for a Lady like you, I have to say…”


    “I understand. Thank you, Orwan.”


    He nodded, a bit embarrassed. Had he said too much to the Prince’s concubine? Orwan took a couple


    more weapons out of his basket to disy along with the armor, and left after a quick bow.


    Cassandra was left alone once again. She was bored, but she didn’t want to disobey Kairen and


    venture outside. However, there wasn’t much to do in the room, except read military books, and she


    had no interest in those. She went to the other cupboard and, after hesitating, opened it. It was only


    food storage – dried meat, a couple of wine bottles, and some bread. It seemed someone had brought


    it recently, though. She closed it and turned around. That was it for the Third Prince’s tent. Cassandra


    spent a little more time looking at the armor and weapons but really, she had no idea what to do. If only


    she could at least step outside to see Krai and pet him. But Kairen’s orders kept her from it. She didn’t


    want to ignore it, as he could easily get angry anytime she did something he didn’t approve of.


    Without many options, she decided to justy on the bed, keeping the fur cloak around her, and listen.


    The atmosphere was very different from the deserted Onyx Castle. The camp was so lively that she


    could hear a lot of things going on all the time. Horses throttling, men chatting, metal striking metal…It


    somehow reminded her of the Capital. Back then, whenever she closed her eyes, she would hear the


    life in the City outside her walls. The tent was even thinner though, so sometimes it felt as if people


    were standing only a few steps away. Cassandra could even pick up some of the conversations, mostly


    about the Prince’s return or the food shortage.


    She woke up from a light kiss on her bare shoulder. The Prince’s smell, now familiar to her, took her


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    away from her slumber as she opened her eyes. Cassandra couldn’t remember when she had fallen


    asleep. Kairen was standing over her, with his bare chest and an undecipherable expression.


    “Your Highness…”


    The Prince didn’t answer, and instead leaned in to kiss her. As always, his lips were warm and skilled


    enough to wake Cassandrapletely. He got under the cloak with her, caressing her hips and neck


    with hisrge hands. For once, the Prince actually took the time to take her dress off properly, pulling


    theces of her corset one by one, kissing the skin revealed underneath. Each time his lips flirted with


    her skin, Cassandra felt her own temperature rising. She was so ustomed to Kairen’s touch now,


    how could she still be so reactive? Unable to resist, she would shiver, gasp, and wriggle under his


    hands. It wasn’t so scary anymore, except for that hint of shame every time she responded to him.


    His lips suddenly ventured to her thighs, and she gasped brutally. Where was he…! But before she


    could even think, his tongue was licking her there, and she moaned out of surprise. The Prince was


    actually going down on


    her, kissing her pussy! Cassandra waspletely overwhelmed by the surprise and the


    embarrassment. Yet, Kairen’s skillful mouth soon pushed those feelings from her mind.


    “Your Highness!” she almost screamed in panic.


    He was mad! A Prince licking his ve, there…! Cassandra had no idea how to respond, except with


    panic, and… pleasure. It was hard to ignore. She was so wet, and his tongue was driving her crazy,


    going in circles, diving in and licking again. She was gasping and moaning loudly, unable to stop. She


    couldn’t even think straight, as she felt the sensations deep within her stomach. The hotness between


    her thighs should be impossible! Her hands feeble, she tried to push him away, awkwardly reaching for


    his hair. But Kairen ignored her, and kept going with his impossible torture.


    “Oh God, Your… Highness…” Cassandra panted.


    As her moans got louder, she suddenly realized they were in a tent with thin walls! In a sh of lucidity,


    she covered her mouth with her hand, trying to hold back her muffled moans that kepting.


    “What are you doing?”


    As he had stopped, Cassandra shook her head, she just couldn’t endure this! But Kairen grabbed her


    wrists, trapping both of them in his hands alongside her hips, and immediately went back to pleasuring


    her. Cassandra was dying of shame. She couldn’t repress her moans. It was way too good, as the


    Prince only focused on her most sensitive area, his mouth, tongue, and lips, attacking her relentlessly.


    “Pl… Please… Oh please, stop…” she cried, trying to fight her pleasure and urges.


    But he did not stop. Kairen sucked her clitoris, driving her to the edge of pleasure and craziness,


    making her moan louder. She had never experienced this. Her entire brain was focused on her intimate


    area, as she closed her eyes, like a fire burning. She couldn’t endure anymore. Cassandra suddenly


    felt it, like a spark, something that suddenly burst inside her and made her cry out in pleasure. A long,


    intense and almost painful orgasm, came so hard that her whole body spasmed for a few seconds.


    She was out of breath when she finally came down. Kairen released her wrists, and she covered her


    eyes, unable to believe it. Her Master had pleasured her without relieving himself at all!