The Pig Governor
Cassandra was still thinking about the farming problem that night as she cooked with Patrina and
Nebora. The food they were slicing and mashing wasnât so bad, but it wasnât particularly fresh either.
With no proper farmers around to tend the land and provide food, no wonder the whole area was
deserted.
âWhat about trading then?â
âYouâre thinking about that again?â sighed Nebora. âTrading is what we do. Usually we can only buy at
the nearest village, but itâs two hours from here using the horses.â
âIs the village big? Could we go there?â
âCertainly not now!â said Patrina, frowning. âJust focus on your task and stop chatting so much!â
Having said that, she left the kitchen to go to the storage room. As soon as she was gone, Nebora
moved closer to Cassandra and whispered.
âSheâs not wrong, you know. You may not know this because you came from the Capital, but this area
is terribly unsafe at night. As soon as the sun sets, a lot of dangerous beasts start to roam around. You
would get killed and eaten in minutes.â
Cassandra had no idea. Indeed, the Capital was a large and highly guarded City, as most of the
Empireâs officials were located there. Only the Governors had residences on their designated
territories, though some high-ranked nobles had built secondary residences outside of the Capital
walls. She also knew of a few other big cities that existed and were doing quite well on their own, but
from the day she had been sold to her first master, she had never taken a step out of the Capital.
âIâm also not sure when His Highness will come back, but if I were you, I would stay close to the castle.â
Cassandra couldnât help but blush a bit when she heard those words. She wondered when he would be
back too.
Krai also hadnât come back. Wherever the Black Dragon had gone, it must have been pretty far,
because it was nowhere to be seen; not even from the Princeâs tower. The two women kept chatting
until Patrina came back with a grumpy look on her face. I
âWe have to make an extra portion.â
Nebora frowned.
âWhat? That pig is eating here again?â
Patrina just nodded, and went outside again to call Prunie and Marian. Cassandra finished cutting her
vegetables and turned to Nebora.
âWho are we talking about?â
Nebora rolled her eyes.
âThe Governor, Grovah. The man is a fucking pig. He acts as he pleases here, and if His Highness is
gone, he likes to order us around. He has his own manor but this is where he spends most of his time.
He even took a room here!â
âWhy does he stick around?â
âBecause he is so full of himself and likes the Castle better. And because he gets to act like a fucking
pervert with the servants here, too. I heard he touched all of his servant girls back at his manor, despite
having a wife and five concubines!â 2
Cassandra almost dropped the pot she was carrying.
âWhat? Even here?â
She thought of the young girls like Bina and Prunie, who were only fourteen and fifteen years old.
Sadly, it was not uncommon for officials to abuse their powers and have their âfunâ with the servants,
but this was the Princeâs Palace!
âDonât worry, he wouldnât dare touch you. You belong to His Highness, and the dirtbag is way too
scared of him.â 1
Cassandra was certainly not satisfied by that. She wasnât thinking about herself. She worried for the
servant girls here, being subjected to that kind of treatment.
âDoes this happen often?â
âDonât think too much about it, Cassie. He just messes around with us when we bring him his food, or
when he sees us in the corridors, thatâs all.â
âAre you talking about the pig?â
Marian, Prunie, and Bina had all just entered the kitchen to help, with their hands full. Cassandra and
Nebora immediately stood up to go and help them. Marian frowned.
âThat man is such a pig! He is so fat and ugly, andâ¦â
âThatâs not the point here, Marian,â sighed Nebora.
âI hate him,â murmured Prunie. âHe always tries to touch my buttâ¦
âHe does that with me too,â added Bina. âHeâs really horrible. He always talks about how he has sex
with his servants when Iâm in the room giving him his food, and he says Iâm wearing too many clothes
for a girl.â
Cassandra felt so utterly disgusted hearing all this, she suddenly slammed the pot on the table, making
everyone jump.
âI will do it.â
âDo what?â
âBring him his food.â
Nebora looked at her as if she was stupid.
âCassandra, no. He may be a pervert, but the man is a Governor, and youâre a slave. If you do anything
he doesnât like, he can have you imprisoned, and His Highness is not even here to protect you!â
âHe cannot rape or kill me, Nebora. No matter what, I donât have as many risks as you, and honestly, I
donât really care about being imprisoned. Regardless, Iâm not letting any of you approach him.â
âCassieâ¦â muttered Bina, worried.
âWhat if he tortures you?â sighed Nebora. âIf he gets reckless and His Highness is not hereâ¦â
Cassandra shook her head.
âHe wonât. Donât worry about me. Now, letâs just cook as usual.â
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 Governorâs self-designated chambers.
A manâs 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 couldnât reach her. It just kept growling and barking, loudly.
âWho are you? Where are the usual girls?!â the man suddenly yelled.
Cassandra frowned. He wasnât 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 couldnât help but be
repulsed by him and his greasy skin. She dropped the tray on the table, a bit loudly.
âThe girls are eating, Sir. Here is your meal.â
âI want the little one to bring it! With the soft skin.â
âShe is eating, and your meal is already here.â
He pointed a finger at Cassandra, his eyes gleaming with anger.
âYou insolent little whore! You think you can talk back to me? You may be His Highnessâ favorite, but
youâre still just a slave! Just wait until I whip the hell out of you!â
The Governor got up and seized a whip that was on his bedside table and quickly walked up to her.
âGo ahead.â
He suddenly stopped, surprised by Cassandraâs 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!
âW⦠What did you say?â
âI said go ahead. You can whip me.â
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 wasnât moving at all, or betraying any fear. After a
long pause, the Governor lowered his hand with the whip.
âYou arrogant whore⦠You think you are higher than me? Youâll see! Guards!â
Immediately, two of the Palace guards, whom Cassandra had not interacted with yet, ran into the
chambers.
âTake her to the dungeon! Have this wench stay there for three days and three nights! Youâll see what it
costs to be arrogant to a Lord like me! His Highness will understand!â
And just like that, Cassandra was taken away to the Castleâs dungeon, showing no resistance.
The guards brought her underground to the cells, all aligned down a long hall, and put her in the
farthest one. It only had a bed made of straw and a very small window at the very top of the wall that
allowed in a very small amount of natural light. The guards werenât rude, but they also didnât say a
single word to her. Instead, they just left.
Cassandra sighed. She had been in worse situations, but still⦠Her own stubbornness had landed her
in the dungeons. She checked her cell for any rats or stagnant water, and arranged the straw to sit on.
She sighed again. No doubt the Prince would be mad about this upon his return.
âCassie!â
She had only started dozing off when she heard Nebora. She raised her head, and saw her new friend
standing on the other side of the bars as she walked up to her.
âWhat are you doing here?â
âI should be the one asking you that, you stubborn woman! I told you this would happen! Donât you
have any instinct of self-preservation? You would be dead if you werenât His Highnessâ concubine!â
âDid he do anything else after he put me in here?â
Nebora sighed deeply.
âNo⦠I think you scared him a bit. He chased everyone out. I told the girls to ignore him for now, butâ¦
Girl, you have to spend a long time in here!â
âIâve been in worse places. What is this?â she asked, pointing to the little basket Nebora had brought.
âItâs for you. I brought you some food, and a blanket too. It gets cold here at nightâ¦â
She handed her everything through the bars, under Cassandraâs surprised eyes.
âHow were you allowed toâ¦?â
âIt was easy, the guards arenât bad guys. They let me through without arguing when I said you were His
Highnessâ concubine. Well, that, and I promised them each a kiss.â
Cassandra chuckled. She was truly grateful, and thanked Nebora for all she had done to make her
imprisonment better.
âJust wait until His Highness gets back⦠I hope his dragon will chew that damn Governor slowly!â 11
âI just hope he leaves you alone for a whileâ¦â
âDonât worry, we are used to it. And Patrina is pissed you got thrown in the dungeon, she isnât going to
let him act as he pleases.â
âNebora! Five minutes!â yelled one of the guards from down the hall.
She sighed.
âI have to go, girl. Take care of yourself, alright? Iâll be back tomorrow, I promise.â
She left quickly, leaving Cassandra completely alone again.
The night was extremely cold. If it wasnât for the blanket Nebora had brought her, she would probably
have gotten sick, but at least there werenât any rats. Cassandra fell asleep remembering the warm
embrace of the Prince, and the soft feel of a fur cloak⦠1
âWhere is she?â
A cold voice suddenly woke her up. She heard a scream, and a dragonâs furious growl. Cassandra
stood, keeping her blanket around her, totally confused. It was still the middle of the night, but
countless lights were lit up outside.
She heard several people walking quickly through the dungeon towards her cell. A bit wary, she took a
couple of steps back into a corner.
The Prince suddenly appeared in front of her.
âMy Lordâ¦â
He drew his sword and, without warning, brutally shattered the hinges holding her cellâs door, breaking
through them as if they were as flimsy as a sheet of paper. He was clearly furious when he walked up
to her.
âWhat are you doing in here?â
Without letting her answer, he suddenly swooped Cassandra off her feet, carrying her like a princess,
as usual.
They left the cell, followed by two panicked soldiers. She hadnât even spent one night there!
The Prince took her out to the inner court which was brightly lit despite the late hour. Krai was there,
growling furiously. All the servants, and a few guards, were gathered with worried expressions. Nebora
and the others seemed relieved to see her when she appeared though.
âYour⦠Your Highness!â
Cassandra suddenly realized the Governor was there too, only he was being crushed under Kraiâs
gigantic paw. The manâs mouth was covered in blood, like someone had beaten him.
âSâ¦see! Sheâs fine! I just put her there to teach her aâ¦a lesson!â
But Kairen didnât bother to look at him or even stop. He kept walking back to the main area of the
Castle without a single glance behind him.
âMy⦠My Lord!â
Krai growled even louder at the whimpering man and the next second, the disgusting sound of flesh
and bones being crushed was heard, before a new scream resonated.