I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

Chapter 236 : Talking to Kassandra of Troy

With the tension between them peacefully resolved, Atalanta had reclaimed her usual serene demeanor. Her small, confident smile returned as she joined Hector and the others at the grand feast. The hall buzzed with the hum of celebration—the clinking of goblets, bursts of laughter, and the warm glow of torchlight reflecting off polished armor and fine fabrics.

Atalanta also extended an invitation to Nathan.

However, Nathan purposefully stayed apart from the revelry, standing near a shadowed alcove at the edge of the hall as he leaned against a pillar, nursing a goblet of watered wine.

He had felt her gaze on him for a while now, an intense yet tentative observation. Kassandra.

Remaining isolated was a deliberate choice, his way of silently signaling to her: If you want to talk, now is the time. And, eventually, the bait worked.

Kassandra approached him with measured grace, her crimson gown trailing behind her like a flowing river of fire. The gown clung to her figure, regal yet understated, accentuating her striking presence. Despite her beauty, she was not the center of attention. Most avoided her, perhaps out of respect for her royal blood or, more likely, due to her ominous reputation. Her sharp remarks about Troyʼs fate, though well-meaning, cast a shadow wherever she went.

She never openly shared her visions of disaster but cloaked her warnings in grim remarks that others dismissed as unwelcome negativity. Her intentions were clear—to protect those she cared for—but her gift, or curse, made her a misunderstood outcast.

”Lord Heiron,” Kassandra said, her voice soft yet formal as she stopped before him. She lowered her head in a polite bow, an unusual display for someone of her status.

”Princess Kassandra,” Nathan replied, his tone neutral but acknowledging. He straightened slightly, meeting her gaze with his piercing eyes. Despite her rank, her demeanor toward him was one of respect, as though she recognized the vital role the mercenary Heiron had come to play in Troyʼs survival.

”Thank you for making time for me,” she said. It was clear she had noticed Nathanʼs purposeful isolation.

”Itʼs fine,” Nathan replied evenly, his sharp gaze never leaving hers. Truthfully, he had been curious about her behavior, her lingering glances, and her silent observations. There was a reason she had sought him out, and he intended to uncover it.

”I saw your fight,” Kassandra began, her tone sincere. ”It was... impressive.”

Nathan inclined his head slightly. ”It was.”

She hesitated for a moment, as though weighing her next words carefully. ”I… never thought you were going to defeat him. Let alone kill him.”

”Like everyone else,” Nathan replied, his tone calm but tinged with faint amusement. The skepticism of others before the fight was nothing new.

”No, you misunderstand me,” Kassandra said, her brow furrowing. ”I didnʼt think anyone could kill Ajax.”

Nathanʼs expression shifted, his brows knitting together as her words struck a chord. There was something in her tone—an absolute certainty that made his instincts flare.

It didnʼt take him long to arrive at a conclusion. His gaze sharpened. ”You saw him alive… at the end,” he stated.

Kassandraʼs eyes widened, her shock unmasked for a fleeting moment. She hadnʼt expected him to deduce the truth so quickly. He shouldnʼt have known about her visions, yet here he stood, staring at her as if he had unraveled her secret.

Her surprise quickly gave way to understanding. ”My brother told you?” she asked, her voice quieter now, laced with an edge of vulnerability.

Nathan nodded, but in truth, he only had fragments of the story. He didnʼt yet know the full extent of her visions or how they tied to Ajax, but Kassandraʼs reaction was enough to confirm there was more at play than mere happenstance.

Seeing Nathan confirm her suspicion, Kassandra gave a slow, measured nod. Her crimson gown swayed slightly as she shifted her weight, and her golden-brown eyes gleamed with a solemn intensity.

”I see,” she said softly, her voice laced with both awe and dread. ”Yes. I saw Ajax alive... standing among the other Greek Kings in a burning and crumbling Troy.”

Nathanʼs expression hardened.

”You saw Troy falling?” he asked, seeking confirmation.

Kassandra inclined her head, her gaze steady but heavy with the burden of her visions. ”Yes. Troy is destined to fall. None of my predictions have ever been wrong. I warned of Paris, the Goddesses asking him to choose the most beautiful among them, and the consequences of that choice. I foresaw Paris bringing Helen to Troy and the war that would follow. I warned them all, but no one ever listens.”

Nathanʼs thoughts churned. ”So, like the myths, she predicted everything truthfully.”

It was unnerving, the eerie precision of her foresight. But what disturbed him most was the inevitability of Troyʼs fall.

He narrowed his eyes, his mind racing. ”When did you first see this vision of Troyʼs fall?” he asked.

”A year ago,” Kassandra replied, her voice tinged with bitterness. But then her expression darkened, a faint crease forming on her brow. ”But since then, my visions have grown... blurry. Unclear.”

Nathan frowned, her words striking an unsettling chord within him. The exact phrase echoed in his mind, a mirror of what Astynome had told him when he questioned her about the warʼs outcome. She, too, had confessed to seeing only darkness—no clarity, no future.

Two seers, both unable to see.

Kassandraʼs timeline gnawed at his thoughts. A year ago… The same time he had been summoned into this world. The coincidence felt too significant to ignore.

Nathanʼs jaw tightened as doubt crept into his mind.

”Could my presence have disrupted their visions?” The thought unnerved him. He quickly shook his head, as though dispelling the notion physically.

No, he couldnʼt be this arrogant. He dismissed the idea. But still, the connection lingered, gnawing at the edges of his logic. If it truly was his arrival that clouded their foresight, what would that even mean?

Pushing aside his unease, Nathan focused on Kassandra again. Her tense posture and furrowed brows betrayed her own struggle with the inexplicable.

”You saw Ajax alive,” Nathan said slowly, choosing his words with care. ”But I killed him. Do you think he might be revived by one of the Gods?”

Kassandraʼs eyes widened slightly at the suggestion. Her lips parted, and for a moment, she seemed lost in thought. ”Revived…?” she murmured, almost to herself. Then she gave a slow nod. ”Itʼs possible. I hadnʼt considered that.”

But even as she spoke, doubt flickered across her features. ”Though… I donʼt believe the Gods would interfere in such a direct way. Reviving someone for the war feels… excessive, even for them. And what of the Goddesses of Destiny? They would be enraged by such tampering. They guard fate after all.”

Nathan understood her hesitation. Her uncertainty mirrored his own. He wasnʼt convinced either. No, rather, he was almost certain Ajaxʼs fate was sealed. His death had been final.

But if that were true, what did it mean for Kassandraʼs vision?

Nathanʼs eyes narrowed.

”Did I really… change the future she saw?”

Nathan was still unsure about it. The uncertainty gnawed at him, but his interest in Kassandraʼs visions was undeniable. While her range was shorter than Astynomeʼs, her foresight seemed uncannily accurate, which intrigued him.

”What else did you see?” Nathan asked, his voice calm but edged with curiosity.

Kassandra hesitated, her gaze distant as if reliving the visions she had endured. ”Other things, other outcomes... but Iʼm not sure what to believe anymore,” she admitted bitterly. ”I canʼt blame everyone for doubting me when even Iʼm not certain of what I see.”

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”I believe you,” Nathan replied.

Kassandra blinked, her red eyes narrowing slightly in surprise. ”Hmm?” she murmured, unsure if she had heard him correctly.

Nathan met her gaze, his own eyes steady and sincere. ”I believe you, Princess Kassandra. Entirely. I have no doubt about you. I know you wouldnʼt lie about something like this.”

Her lips parted in silent astonishment, and her eyes quivered as his words sank in. How long had she waited for someone to truly believe her? Not with hollow assurances or pitying smiles, but with genuine faith? Her mother had often whispered words of support, and the temple priestesses had offered prayers for her, but she knew their assurances were laced with doubt.

But Nathan—he wasnʼt lying. She could feel the authenticity in his voice, in his steady gaze.

”You... believe me?” she asked again, needing to hear it once more.

”I do,” Nathan said without hesitation. ”So please, inform me of all your visions from now on. Donʼt waste your energy explaining yourself to those who wonʼt believe you. Instead, tell me. I might be able to change the future.”

There was a conviction in his words that startled her. He wasnʼt merely humoring her or seeking favor. He was serious—truly serious—about trusting her.

Kassandra stared at him, her mind reeling. A single tear escaped, tracing a path down her cheek before she even realized it. For years, she had carried the weight of Apolloʼs curse, the burden of being disbelieved, mocked, and dismissed. And now, in this moment, Nathanʼs simple yet powerful statement had broken through her despair.

Nathanʼs brow furrowed as he noticed the tear. Glancing around quickly, he ensured no one else had seen it. The last thing he wanted was for someone to question why Kassandra, of all people, was crying—and why he might be responsible for it.

”You have something in your eye,” he said casually, stepping closer. With a gentle touch, he wiped the tear from her cheek with his finger.

Kassandra shivered at the unexpected contact, her breath catching. The warmth of his touch lingered on her skin, grounding her in the present moment.

Nathan pulled back, his hand dropping to his side. He didnʼt pry further, respecting her unspoken boundaries. ”I believe you,” he repeated softly. ”Donʼt worry.”

And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving her standing there, frozen in place.

Kassandra watched his retreating figure, her heart swelling with emotions she couldnʼt name. For the first time in years—years filled with scorn and isolation because of her curse—she felt comforted. Truly comforted. And for the first time, she dared to hope that maybe, just maybe, she wasnʼt as alone as she had always believed.