Page 161 of The War God’s Favorite

“What is it?”

“I don’t like it.”

“The diadem? It’s very pretty though.”

It was curious that he didn’t like something she was wearing. He usually seemed happy whenever she had an occasion to dress up a bit. However, it seemed that the little diadem actually offended him.

“You really don’t like it? But it’s from the Emperor.”

She couldn’t refuse to wear something the Emperor had personally gifted her!

“I don’t like you wearing something from another man.”

Cassandra was rendered speechless! Again? Did his jealousy know no bounds! How was she supposed to respond to that? From his expression, she could tell he was going to be stubborn about this. After thinking about it though, she shouldn’t be surprised, the man bickered with his own dragon after all. And his father had some concubines that were her own age, too.. She sighed.

“I have to wear it tonight, though, His Highness personally gifted it to me.”

Kairen’s frown deepened. He obviously didn’t like it, but the situation was unavoidable. She let out a small exasperated laugh before giving him a quick peck on his lips despite his sour expression.

“I’ll leave it in your mother’s apartments when we leave, alright? I don’t need to wear it outside of the Imperial Palace, it should be kept safe here.”

“Fine,” he growled petulantly.

Cassandra smiled, happy she had placated his jealousy. She was getting better at handling him. She took his hand, trying to distract him.

“Let’s get back,” she said with a gentle voice.

They walked back to the big area where the festivities were still going on. There were so many people in attendance, it was unlikely anyone had even noticed that they were gone for those few minutes.

As she walked beside the War God, things were different for Cassandra. People would glance their way, but no one dared to stare or stand too close. A new performance of exotic dancers had also begun which had captured most of the crowd’s attention.

Cassandra and Kairen returned to their table. After their little cardio session, she needed to rest a bit. She let out a sigh of relief while sitting down, although her body was still clearly buzzing from the vigorous activity earlier. Sitting next to her, Kairen dared anyone who came too close to her with a threatening glare.

Cassandra couldn’t have been more grateful though. She was hungry again and enjoyed being able to eat in peace.

Her favorites had changed once again. The cheese cubes she used to love now made her feel nauseous, and she was now unexpectedly craving…red meat.

She whispered to Kairen about it when she heard a peal of familiar laughter behind her.

“Ah yes, carrying a dragon’s child will do that to you,” said Kareen while taking her seat back at the next table.

She gestured for a nearby servant to come and ordered them to bring an assortment of cooked meats for Cassandra. The young concubine felt a bit strange letting Kareen take care of things for her, but this was a first. She usually didn’t eat red meat. She was more used to a pescatarian-like diet largely dominated by fruits and vegetables.

“Don’t eat raw meat though,” Kareen instructed. “Your stomach is still human, even if it tells you to eat like a dragon.”

“It feels so strange. I feel like a different person.”

“You still have a few months to go, dear, you better get used to it. And once your son is born, prepare to feed a carnivore. Kairen could eat almost as much as his dragon when he was a baby and was horribly grumpy when he was hungry.”

Cassandra laughed thinking of her Prince’s younger days. She wondered what kind of child he was? And if their son would be like him.

She caressed her little baby bump. She couldn’t hide it under her dresses anymore and it was only getting more obvious as the days went on. However, she didn’t mind. She had developed new curves and started filling out a bit more, her hair was shinier, and her skin was glowing. She was grateful to be so well cared for though. Having to deal with her nausea and growing appetite would have been terrible if she didn’t have Kairen or the servants of the Diamond or Imperial Palace.

“Brother!”

Shareen was returning with a frown and her hands on her hips.

“Did you listen to that annoying minister on the War Affairs? Should I have punched him for you, too?”

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