Chapter 28

I moved on autopilot, though not like the lifeless shell I had been before. This time, there was a purpose to my steps. Without thinking, I walked with the poise and authority drilled into me by Cassie. The muscle memory had taken root.

My mind kept circling back to the training. Why was it necessary? Draven had sworn on the throne that I would understand soon, that everything would become clear at the banquet. What was so important that it required such ruthless conditioning?

Lost in thought, I entered my chambers. Cassie was there, sitting on my bed, silent. She didn’t greet me, didn’t scold me, didn’t so much as move. Her silence was unnatural, unsettling.

For a moment, I considered questioning her, but instead, I walked past her without a word. If she had something to say, she would say it. Until then, I had other matters to tend to.

I wanted to piss so I snaped my fingers and indicated towards my dick with the Pinky finger. The toilet girl came rushing towards me, fished my dick out and swallowed it whole. I let loose without thinking or caring if the girl kept up with the flow or not. After I finished pissing, I looked down to see if she did a good job or not. She hurriedly cleaned my dick and nicely tucked my dick back in.

I could see that some had spilled on her breasts and the floor. She saw where I was looking and froze. I just slapped her with the back of my hand and looked around.

Noticing Cassie’s shocked expression and the absence of my eunuchs, I felt a flicker of irritation. Something was out of place. I exhaled sharply, pushing aside my thoughts for the moment, and strode into my study with purpose. The air inside was still, the scent of parchment and ink filling the space.

Without hesitation, I turned to the writing girl stationed at the desk. She looked up at me, her quill poised in anticipation.

“Prepare a letter of summons,” I commanded, my voice firm and unwavering.

She nodded quickly, dipping her quill into the inkwell before gliding it across the parchment with practiced precision. The soft scratching of ink against paper filled the room as I dictated my message, ensuring every word carried the weight of my authority.

When she finished, she carefully applied my seal before presenting the letter to me. I took a moment to scan its contents, ensuring it met my exact expectations. Satisfied, I gave a curt nod of approval. To reward her I diddled her clit and brought her to a orgasm.

Then I left the study room and summoned a delivery girl. I opened the scroll case and inserted the parchment. Turned her around and swatted her rump informing to deliver the message to Xian my head eunuch.

After she departed, I turned towards the shocked and frozen Cassie, walked towards her and threw her to the ground using her hair. Smirked at her and snapped my fingers, and pointed to my dick with index finger indicating I needed someone to suck my dick.

Then I laid down, staring at the ceiling, my mind churning with thoughts. Why such cruelty? Draven had insisted it was necessary, had even sworn on the throne. That was no small thing—he was dead serious. But why? What was so important that it demanded such ruthless preparation? He had said everything would become clear at the banquet.

Banquet.

I rolled the word over my tongue a few times, tasting its meaning, trying to unravel the puzzle. Then, suddenly, it struck me like a blade to the chest. The banquet—it wasn’t just some celebration. It was the event where I would choose my concubines.

Concubines.

Daughters of nobles.

Nobles meant power. Power meant kingdoms. Kingdoms meant the world. And the world—was cruel.

I let out a slow, bitter breath, realization settling over me like a heavy cloak. This wasn’t just about learning to fight, to survive. It was about politics, power, control. Every lesson, every torment, every drop of pain was a preparation for what was to come.

I pressed my palm against my forehead, exhaling sharply. “Damn,” I muttered under my breath. “It was so obvious ... I was just too blind to see it.”

“This is all your fault, Cassie.”

That statement snapped her out of her daze, her eyes narrowing as she processed my words.

“What the fuck did you just say?” she demanded, her voice sharp and incredulous.

“I said, it’s all your fault.”

“How the hell is it my fault? And what exactly is my fault?” she shouted, frustration flaring in her tone.

I, however, remained calm, my voice almost friendly as I replied, “You just threw me into training without any warning. You didn’t even give me a few bells to adjust. You didn’t explain why this training was necessary or what the real purpose behind it was.”

Cassie scoffed, crossing her arms. “How the fuck is that my fault? Before training even started, you were told about the banquet. It’s your own fault for not understanding the significance right away.” Her voice was forceful, but there was no real anger—only irritation.

I leaned back lazily, smirking as I countered, “I am the prince, and I have declared that it’s your fault, so it is your fault.”

She blinked at me, then let out a dry, incredulous laugh. “Excuse me?” she said, standing up and dusting off her clothes.

“You’re excused,” I replied offhandedly, my focus drifting away as I leaned back to enjoy the blowjob I was receiving.

Her patience snapped. “You fucking little bastard! How dare you speak to me like that? I am the queen of your household!”

“Nope,” I said teasingly, my grin widening. “My future wife will be.”

Cassie didn’t hesitate. She marched over, climbed onto the bed, and straddled my stomach, pressing her hands against my chest as she leaned down, her glare burning into mine.

“Listen to me, you little fucking piece of shit,” she hissed. “This decision was made by the queen herself. I may be your concubine, but within these castle walls and your domain, I am the queen. Your so-called future wife will rule everywhere else, but not here.”

I arched a brow, my mischievous grin unfaltering. “Is that really so?” and tore away the cloths she was wearing. Unfazed by my actions, she relied.

“Yes,” she growled, her face just inches from mine. “And never, ever throw me on the floor agai—EEEEE!”

Her sentence turned into a surprised screech as I rammed my dick in her asshole, pinning her to me with ease. Her breath hitched, but I only chuckled.

“I’ll think about it,” I murmured, watching as defiance and something else flickered in her eyes.

She caught her breath, “You fucking little bastard.” In response I picked her up using her waist and slammed her down on my dick hard.

“Don’t do that while I am speaking with you.”

“Then speak with me in a respected manner.”

“Fuck of you piece of shit.” Again, I picked her up and slammed her down.

Again, I she needed some time to regain her breath, which made me laugh. “You are enjoying it too much aren’t you prince. Now will you put your whole heart mind and body into this training.”

For speaking with me in such a nice way I just started fucking her ass in a loving way, she started enjoying it and bouncing on her own.

“Cassie, I want to know if I have to be so cruel to my friends and named slaves.”

She was enjoying the ride, so it took her some time to compose her self before replying. “No, for your friends you can act as you need when no one is around but if you are in a mixed company you have to act as a prince with a kind heart.

As for your named slave girls, there are rules. Only a few, like branding, pussy stitching and some other such things. Rest all is upon you.” She replied while enjoying her ride.

There was a knock on the door, cassie tried to get up but I kept pinned her to my crotch.

“Enter”. I said while pounding cassie in the ass.

The delivery girl entered the chamber and quickly stepped aside. She was followed by Xian and five other eunuchs, all dressed in their customary robes, their expressions neutral yet alert.

Xian approached first, bowing deeply before addressing me. “You summoned me, my lord.”

I sighed, shaking my head slightly. “Xian, how many times have I told you? You have my permission to call me by my name.”

He nodded in acknowledgment but cast a quick glance toward Cassie. When she gave him a slight nod of approval, he finally spoke. “It was the Queen’s order to stay away from you, my lord. Before coming here, I visited her and presented your summons. Only after receiving her permission was, I allowed to attend you.”

“Mother...” I muttered under my breath before waving a hand dismissively. “No matter. I have orders to issue and a personal request for you. Why don’t you take a seat over there?” I gestured to the plush couch by the side of the chamber. “There are pleasure girls available while you wait.”

Xian merely nodded and moved to the couch without a word, his posture disciplined. I turned my attention to the other eunuchs, my gaze sweeping over them before motioning for the first to step forward.

A man approached and bowed. “My lord, my name is Kasim.”

“Kasim, from this moment on, you will be in charge of all food-serving girls within my domain.”

He bowed deeply in response, his expression unreadable, and without another word, he turned and exited the chamber to begin his duties.

I beckoned the next man forward. He stepped up and introduced himself. “My lord, I am Malik.”

“Malik, I will be forming a special team soon, and you will be responsible for overseeing the slave girls who serve them. Your authority over them will be absolute. For now, assist Kasim with organizing the food-serving staff.”