The War God’s Favorite

Chapter 94

#94 The News from the Palace

It took a couple more weeks for everything to be ready and the first samples to be sent to the frontlines.

Eventually, Cassandra and Missandra had come up with little boxes, in two sizes: one that could fit in a

pocket and be carried by any soldier, and a bigger one, for the ones who could store it in their horses’

satchels or inside a chariot. Those medical boxes included medicine to the most common issues a

soldier could meet on the battlefield, from fevers to large injuries, with very little explanation. According

to the Captain of Kareen’s guards, even the dumbest soldier could use it with confidence. The girls had

come up with a compartment system and little images engraved in it, so the soldiers could find what

they needed in one glance even if they opened that box for the first time. The longest part had been to Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

find how to fit everything in a tiny size, but Missandra was the one who found a way to make all the

medicine in solid tiny and colored pills that wouldn’t be crumbled by any rude movements. Cassandra

had to come up with the improved medicine compared to the Empire’s old ones, and Missandra would

take care of finding how to fit them inside. They also included some bandages and little bottles of

alcohol to disinfect, making sure the smell was not the kind that would make the men want to drink it.

The Imperial Concubine Kareen was most helpful in gathering the resources for all that. She spared no

expenses to have all the bandages and medicine or plants Cassandra needed to be gathered to the

Diamond Palace, even paying for the metal the boxes were shaped in, and every worker that

participated in their large-scale production.

Soon enough, news came from the Imperial Palace that the Emperor knew of their project and would

shoulder all the costs, which made Kareen laugh. She didn’t dismiss the chests of gold bars that

arrived in her garden the next morning, though, and even sent a personal letter to thank the Emperor.

Cassandra could easily picture the old man jumping around upon receiving a letter from the usually so

cold concubine…

Even after everything was finalized, they didn’t stop producing more. The first feedbacks from the front

were very positive, but Cassandra read every letter very carefully to see where and how they could

improve their letter. She realized they could even send bigger containers, and the army accountants

could spread the contents depending on the situation. However, Missandra, Dahlia, and Kareen all

stopped her from working on that new project: Cassandra’s pregnancy was starting to be too heavy for

her to keep working like she was.

Hence, Cassandra was almost locked away from the next steps of the boxes preparations and found

herself bored again. While Missandra worked hard in her stead, the sweet Dahlia stayed with her, or

more exactly, watched her. Cassandra couldn’t complain, however. Her belly was big and hindering her

in many ways. She felt tired no matter how long she slept, and her back was aching constantly. Kareen

gave her some hot balm to calm her pain, but even if Dahlia massaged her, it would only numb the pain

a short while.

The only thing Cassandra was still authorized to do was taking care of her garden, and keeping her

correspondence with her friends from the North. All of them answered her quite fast, and she was

happy to get some news from Nebora and the girls, or from the camp. Evin was surprisingly diligent in

telling her everything that was going on there, including how the Red Room had evolved. They now

had a fully dedicated team taking care of it and applying all the instructions she had left to the letter. He

would even include some more questions from them, compiling any issue they encountered for

Cassandra to take care of from where she was. Orwen was now a full-time blacksmith, and quite busy,

but he never missed a chance to tell Cassandra about whatever happened on his side of the camp.

The men there still called her the Lady of the Mountain, as if she had been some royalty by herself

instead of just the Third Prince’s Concubine. He even let her know about how Shareen’s command had

changed the camp, and how the young Anour was doing under his older sister’s harsh training. It

looked like the youngest prince wasn’t particularly cut for the military. 2

However, no matter how fast they all tried to send their replies to her, it would take ten to twelve days

for the letters to be delivered, and that was a long time for Cassandra to wait. She hadn’t realized how

the Dragon flights had modified her perceptions of distance before, but now, it was cruelly showing.

“Lady Kareen, you called for me?” Asked Cassandra one morning.

For once, the Imperial Concubine wasn’t interested in her brunch. Instead, she was walking in circles in

the rooms, looking very disturbed. That didn’t look like her at all, and Cassandra immediately knew

something was wrong. Missandra arrived behind her sister, looking as confused as she was.

On the side, a soldier was waiting, his head lowered, probably one of her spies. Finally, Kareen sighed.

“There is some bad news from the Imperial Palace. Prince Sephir died…”

“What?” Exclaimed Cassandra, astonished. “What happened?”

“Nothing is certain at the moment, the Emperor has closed down the Imperial Palace for an

investigation.”

“That doesn’t sound like something they’d do for a natural death…” whispered Missandra.

“No, it isn’t. Either the Emperor suspects Sephir was murdered, or he wants to be sure he wasn’t.

Either way, the Emperor will get to the root of it. I have a bad feeling about this…”

“Do you think he could really have been…?” Asked Cassandra.

Kareen hesitated a second, looking lost deep in her thoughts. She shrugged.

“The timing is really off. Only two princes are in the Capital at the moment, two are at the front, and the

fifth went back to his own Palace days before that. There is no way Opheus has anything to do with it,

that little idiot doesn’t give a damn about becoming the Emperor. The main suspects would be Vrehan,

someone close to him or one of the other concubines…”

“You really think one of the Imperial Concubines could be behind his death?”

“I am not too sure. They might have thought it was a good time to get rid of him, with Kairen, Shareen

and Anour gone, Sephir doesn’t have many allies inside the Imperial Palace. Even Opheus’ mother

could have acted without her son’s knowledge, but those are all assumptions. I think Vrehan is

preparing something…”

She turned to the servant that was waiting to the side.

“I want another report as soon as possible about this investigation. And don’t lose Vrehan or his sister

for one second!”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

The solider rushed outside. Cassandra already knew Kareen had an impressive network of spies, but

she truly had no idea how it worked, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to know either. Kareen had

probably dirtied her hands several times to protect herself and her children, and if she didn’t share

about it with Cassandra, it meant she had no intention to.

“Anyway,” sighed the Imperial Concubine. “We will know more about this soon… The Imperial Palace

will have to make an official statement. This is truly too sad… Sephir wouldn’t have become an

Emperor, but he was a smart and gentle boy. His mother would have been… Oh, poor Saphia…”

“You knew his mother personally?” Asked Cassandra.

“She and I got pregnant around the same time, and we both lost children. She was gentler than me,

and way too nice. She died in childbirth, sadly.”

Cassandra immediately thought about her own baby. She couldn’t imagine her child growing without

her around… She had seen it many times, though. The streets of the Capital were filled with orphans

children, too young to fend for themselves, resorting to mendicity or slavery to survive. Cassandra was

well aware that, even if no one attempted to kill her, she could die from the childbirth or natural causes.

She only hoped that, if anything happened, Kairen and his family would take care of her son…

“Have you heard anything from the concubines, Hinue?” Asked Missandra. “Didn’t you exchange letters

with them lately?”

Cassandra nodded.

“The last letter I received was already two weeks ago, but the concubines were saying Prince Sephir

was well… My

remedies were helping with his Dust Disease, there was nothing alarming about his current state.

Maybe something happened since, or he had a bad crisis…”

“Or maybe someone pulled some dirty strings,” said Kareen. “Anyway, there is no use thinking too

much about it, it’s all in the Capital for now. Let’s see in the upcoming weeks what becomes of it.

However, be careful, dear. My spy also told me Phetra was getting back on her feet, and able to walk

already.”

“What! Already?” exclaimed Missandra, shocked.

“She is of the Dragon Blood, just like Shareen. It’s not that surprising that she can heal that fast. It

would have been more of a fuss for Kairen two throw her out the window if she’d die from this much!”

Cassandra didn’t know if she should be happy or sad about this. She certainly didn’t like the idea of

Phetra getting back to her old state. The Princess was definitely waiting to pay them back for what

Kairen had done to her… She may be healed, but this kind of pain would go away so easily.

The young concubine sighed, and after breakfast promptly eaten, she went back to her room. She

needed to be alone for a while, and write to her Prince. She had no idea if Kairen received her letter at

the front. She hadn’t gotten any answer from all the letters she had sent, but she was hoping he was

only too busy to answer. Moreover, no matter if the Prince received them or not, those letters had

become her personal therapy. Writing to Kairen every day, to let him know about what she had done

that day, how she felt, how their baby and the dragon egg were growing, about her project of a

medicinal box, was making her feel so much better. It was her only get away from the Diamond Palace.

Anytime-Cassandra tried to imagine what her Prince could be doing at the moment, she imagined him

on a throne, like the one in his tent in the North Camp, talking military strategies with some old general.

She could only pray that he was doing fine, safe, and unharmed, and was winning this battle bit by bit.

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The news received from Lady Kareen were all going that way, too. The Eastern Army was slowly losing

ground to the War God’s men, and his fierce dragon. Cassandra even heard from it when she’d go to

the markets, in the Diamond City. The locals all knew who she was and admired her a lot. Moreover,

Cassandra never went alone, and always in a pink dress, but the merchants liked her very much. They

were impressed to see a young concubine so graceful, gentle, and nice to the ordinary people, and

would gift her with some extras at any given chance. Somehow, they had heard about her doings in the

North Army Camp, too, and her nickname the Lady of the Mountain was now used here too to refer to

her.

Just like that, Cassandra was getting her own reputation around the Diamond City and, by herself, she

was given some rumors of how the war was going. Some merchants would congratulate her when it

was known that the War God had freed another City. Some of the women would tell her to take care of

herself and her baby, for when her beloved would come back. Truth was, under Kareen’s impulse, the

baby’s room was already ready and full. The Imperial Concubine was ready for her first grandchild and

was overdoing it a bit, in Cassandra’s opinion. First, the nursery was way too big and full of so many

toys for both the baby and the young dragon, it was almost ridiculous… Secondly, there were no less

than three maids already hired to take care of her son, no matter how many times Cassandra argued

that she wanted to take care of her son by herself, with maybe Dahlia’s help from time to time.

However, as the weeks passed, Cassandra was slowly getting used to the idea that Kairen wouldn’t be

able to keep his promise. The war would still be raging when her baby would come to this world…