In thirty-seven years’ worth meetings, he must have asked
about my chess set at half of them. I knew it was part of the act, he kept up
the façade of an old man, but I knew the Grand Chancellor was a brilliant
tactician. Keeping the crown safe despite stupid Royals wasn’t easy.
But no matter how many times I offered, he never let me
teach him. Far too old, far too busy.
Shame. Because when I gave the newly crowned teenage King a
beautiful, seductive courtesan from my homeland, he might have understood why I
whispered ‘Checkmate’ to him.
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