The Princes Tent While listening to Kairen and the General, Cassandra couldnt ignore all the eyes on her.
The camp only had men, thousands of them.
They all wore the very same black armor, like Kairens.
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 wasnt any display of wealth.
With so many eyes on her, Cassandra was glad 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 wasnt knowledgeable about any of those things.
We also have to consider food rationing, My Lord.
We have doubled the hunting teams, but its 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 Kairens 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 couldnt stop themselves from looking back at Cassandra before leaving.
She didnt 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 the large 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 Princes life at the camp.
The table was mostly filled with military books and maps.
Cassandra knew how to read, and it wasnt her first time seeing maps, but she couldnt help but smile a little when she spotted one where her homeland appeared.
The Rain Lands were so small on the maps compared 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 places, but the majority of her life had been spent in the Capital.
She didnt have any regrets about leaving those places, though.
She never made friends there, or had anything of value.

Slaves couldnt own anything anyway, not even their clothes.
Cassandra sighed and brought her fingers up to her slavery collar.
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 slave 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.
Slavery was something that was never forgotten.
Taking her eyes off the many maps, Cassandra headed to the wardrobe.
As expected, the Prince didnt have many outfits, and close to no jewelry, except for a few gold chains and rings that she didnt 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 wasnt as low-key as the Princes room in the Castle.
Was it because he spent most of his time here? Excuse me? Surprised, Cassandra turned around.
She didnt think someone would come here while Kairen was away.
It was a rather young man carrying a large 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, Maam.
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, Maam.
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 blacksmith, with reinforced iron and dragon scales, he explained with a strong northern accent.
Is it from Krai… I mean, His Highness dragon? Yes, maam.
We collect them when the Black Dragon sheds its scales so our blacksmith can break them and reshape them for His Highness armors.
Its beautiful, isnt it? It is… Cassandra walked closer to look at the armor and indeed, it was gorgeous.
The black of Krais scales was shining and perfectly molded into the Princes armor.
The blacksmith 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, Maam.
I came here a year ago to follow my master and complete 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 blacksmith master he was so proud of.
Embarrassed by her eyes on him, he blushed a little and bowed again.
Im Orwan, Maam.
Im part of the first blacksmith team.

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Nice to meet you, Orwan.
Im Cassandra.
Uhm… Nice to meet you, Maam… I mean, Lady Cassandra.
Once again, it felt odd to be addressed like that, but she didnt say anything.
Actually, she noticed a bad burn on his hand, and frowned.
Are you all right? Oh, this? Its fine, I get burns like this all the time… It will heal.
No, it looks like its infected.
Have you not tried to get it healed? Orwan frowned, looking a bit embarrassed.
No, Maam… Dont 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 its bad? This could seriously lead to losing your hand! Hem… There is the Red Room, but… The Red Room? Orwan nodded.
Thats where they take the people who get badly injured, Maam.
But no one really wants to go there, its rumored to be a place 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, Maam.
But its not a place 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 Princes concubine? Orwan took a couple more weapons out of his basket to display along with the armor, and left after a quick bow.
Cassandra was left alone once again.
She was bored, but she didnt want to disobey Kairen and venture outside.
However, there wasnt 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 Princes 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 Kairens orders kept her from it.
She didnt want to ignore it, as he could easily get angry anytime she did something he didnt approve of.
Without many options, she decided to just lay 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 Princes return or the food shortage.
She woke up from a light kiss on her bare shoulder.

The Princes smell, now familiar to her, took her away from her slumber as she opened her eyes.
Cassandra couldnt remember when she had fallen asleep.
Kairen was standing over her, with his bare chest and an undecipherable expression.
Your Highness… The Prince didnt answer, and instead leaned in to kiss her.
As always, his lips were warm and skilled enough to wake Cassandra completely.
He got under the cloak with her, caressing her hips and neck with his large hands.
For once, the Prince actually took the time to take her dress off properly, pulling the laces 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 accustomed to Kairens touch now, how could she still be so reactive? Unable to resist, she would shiver, gasp, and wriggle under his hands.
It wasnt 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 was completely overwhelmed by the surprise and the embarrassment.
Yet, Kairens skillful mouth soon pushed those feelings from her mind.
Your Highness! she almost screamed in panic.
He was mad! A Prince licking his slave, 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 couldnt 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 flash of lucidity, she covered her mouth with her hand, trying to hold back her muffled moans that kept coming.
What are you doing? As he had stopped, Cassandra shook her head, she just couldnt 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 couldnt 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 couldnt 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!