Page 149 of The War God’s Favorite

“I am. I finally found my younger sister…she’s grown so much, but she’s still a baby in my eyes.”

Missandra was sixteen years old now, and Cassandra herself had turned eighteen only a couple of weeks earlier. She was glad they had finally found their way back to each other, despite all the years apart. It was better to have waited eight years than to have never been reunited at all. Cassandra was so grateful for this incredible reunion.

“All is good then,” whispered the War God.

“Are you still concerned that I am unhappy here?”

He nodded, putting his forehead against her little baby bump. She noticed he liked touching and caressing her growing tummy.

“As long as you are happy, your sister can come along with us anywhere.”

Cassandra couldn’t help but smile, a bit moved by his words. She had worried to the point where it felt like a thorn was stabbing into her heart, but Kairen had extinguished that fear without even knowing.

“Truth is…I was a bit worried about you meeting my sister.”

He frowned and peered up at her, wondering what she could have been worried about. He never had any intention to harm Cassandra’s kin or anyone she loved. He wouldn’t even have thought of hurting Missandra, he just didn’t care much for her. He couldn’t understand her train of thought.

“I wouldn’t hurt her,” he said.

“Oh, no, I didn’t mean it in that way. I was more concerned that you might…like her.”

Cassandra flushed red as shame washed over her. She had just found her younger sister, yet that hint of jealousy in her heart wouldn’t go away. Since she had been with Kairen, her heart had grown into that of a woman’s, and some darker feelings came along with that. She couldn’t help it, constantly seeing the other concubines all so pretty and dolled up, striving to get men’s attention. Her own jealousy and fear had awoken within her, when those women had tried to seduce her Prince right in front of her.

Despite the joy of finding Missandra, she was also struck with the same horrible envy after seeing her sister’s scarless body and natural beauty. Missandra had grown into a beautiful woman with lustful curves and a natural charm. She was sure to be the envy of many women.

“I thought…She looks a lot like me, but…prettier, and more womanly, too. I was afraid you would… become more attracted to her than me.”

The Prince remained silent, processing her words, looking at Cassandra with a thoughtful expression. She couldn’t tell what he was thinking, which made her nervous. Did she seem self centered, or egotistical? She had never thought of herself as a woman who would need reassurance, but her words may have made her sound so…envious and selfish.

However, when Kairen finally spoke, his words were definitely not what she was expecting.

“She…looks like you?” he asked, looking confused.

Cassandra was speechless. Of course she looked like her, Missandra was obviously her duplicate! How could he not see that at all?

“You didn’t notice that Missandra resembled me?” she asked.

“No.”

“Really?”

“I don’t see the similarities at all.”

She couldn’t help but laugh after the shock wore off. What kind of man says this? Even Shareen had said their resemblance was uncanny! They had the same green eyes, the same pale skin, practically the same faces! People had even confused them for one another in the Red District, too.

“So you didn’t…feel attracted to her?” she asked, trying not to think about how childish that sentence might sound.

“Not at all.”

Cassandra didn’t expect that at all. Her Prince had never seemed responsive to any other woman besides her, but Missandra was her younger, prettier and curvier sister. And yet, Kairen didn’t seem to feel anything or even see the similarities between them!

She couldn’t stop laughing, realizing how stupid she had been, and how incredible this man was. The whole thing seemed ridiculously funny now.

Kairen was still baffled by her laughter, but he couldn’t stop himself from smiling too. Cassandra rarely looked so genuinely amused, and her musical laughter and sparkling eyes were beautiful.

“Does it make you that happy that I’m not attracted to your sister?”

She shook her head, kissing him softly. Then, she put her hands on his spiky cheeks, unable to stop her smile or the wave of pure love she felt for that man. She stared intently into his dark eyes, her feelings bursting out of her chest.

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