Page 35 of The War God’s Favorite

Cassandra felt so utterly disgusted hearing all this, she suddenly slammed the pot on the table, making everyone jump.

“I will do it.”

“Do what?”

“Bring him his food.”

Nebora looked at her as if she was stupid.

“Cassandra, no. He may be a pervert, but the man is a Governor, and you’re a slave. If you do anything he doesn’t like, he can have you imprisoned, and His Highness is not even here to protect you!”

“He cannot rape or kill me, Nebora. No matter what, I don’t have as many risks as you, and honestly, I don’t really care about being imprisoned. Regardless, I’m not letting any of you approach him.”

“Cassie…” muttered Bina, worried.

“What if he tortures you?” sighed Nebora. “If he gets reckless and His Highness is not here…”

Cassandra shook her head.

“He won’t. Don’t worry about me. Now, let’s just cook as usual.”

The girls listened to her, but they still tried to talk her out of it. Even if they seemed scared, Bina and Prunie said they could take it themselves, but Cassandra refused. When the tray was ready, she asked where she was supposed to go, and headed to the Governor’s self-designated chambers.

A man’s voice ordered her to enter. Cassandra noticed the room was probably the most furnished and richly decorated in the whole Castle. It really was as if the Governor owned the place, except that this was only the third floor. A big dog suddenly barked at her, and Cassandra stood to the side. Thankfully, the dog was chained and couldn’t reach her. It just kept growling and barking, loudly.

“Who are you? Where are the usual girls?!” the man suddenly yelled.

Cassandra frowned. He wasn’t even properly dressed, wearing only some sort of bathrobe that looked ridiculously tight on him. It was the man whom she had seen run after the Prince upon her arrival at the Castle. He was short, fat, and even a bit bald. As she came closer, Cassandra couldn’t help but be repulsed by him and his greasy skin. She dropped the tray on the table, a bit loudly.

“The girls are eating, Sir. Here is your meal.”

“I want the little one to bring it! With the soft skin.”

“She is eating, and your meal is already here.”

He pointed a finger at Cassandra, his eyes gleaming with anger.

“You insolent little whore! You think you can talk back to me? You may be His Highness’ favorite, but you’re still just a slave! Just wait until I whip the hell out of you!”

The Governor got up and seized a whip that was on his bedside table and quickly walked up to her.

“Go ahead.”

He suddenly stopped, surprised by Cassandra’s calm tone. His fingers were trembling on the whip. He had never seen a slave unafraid to talk back to him, let alone stand tall and look directly at him like this woman was!

“W… What did you say?”

“I said go ahead. You can whip me.”

The Governor was utterly confused. The woman had way too much confidence! What was she hiding? Was she waiting for him to whip her so she could complain to the Prince? With the wounds as proof? He stared at her for a while, hesitating. Cassandra wasn’t moving at all, or betraying any fear. After a long pause, the Governor lowered his hand with the whip.

“You arrogant whore… You think you are higher than me? You’ll see! Guards!”

Immediately, two of the Palace guards, whom Cassandra had not interacted with yet, ran into the chambers.

“Take her to the dungeon! Have this wench stay there for three days and three nights! You’ll see what it costs to be arrogant to a Lord like me! His Highness will understand!”

And just like that, Cassandra was taken away to the Castle’s dungeon, showing no resistance.

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