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📍 Camelot
⏳ July, 504 AD
During one of my afternoons with nothing to do, I had used some of the allowance money I get from Uther (which is an interesting perk that comes with being his ward) to get a local craftsman to make a simple chessboard and its pieces for me. It's a game that I've always enjoyed and, in contrast with the other games I like to play (such as 'Minecraft' and 'Subway Surfers'), I could actually share it with the people around me!
After Gaius gave up on trying to beat me, I decided that I would go to find the King and teach him how to play. Kings enjoy chess in some movies, after all, right?
"He will send you away," the physician warned when I teasingly told him that I need a sharper opponent.
"He wouldn't, he loves a challenge," I argued.
"He has got more important things to deal with," the man retorted.
"Wanna bet?"
Half-an-hour later and one silver coin richer, I was sitting in front of Uther in the council room after having explained the rules to him; both of us engaged in the King's first ever game of chess while Gaius watched on with a defeated look.
"No, Utah, bad. You can only move it one square forward," I scolded and set back the pawn he'd moved.
"You said it could be moved twice," he argued while narrowing his eyes at me.
"But only the first time it is used," the physician cut in as I sent the King a pointed glare to hopefully let him know that I wouldn't allow him to move it.
"Fine," he gave in and moved a different pawn instead. "Your turn," he mumbled as he leant back on his chair and crossed his arms, his lips almost pouty.
Some few moves later, I smirked as I looked down at the disfigured board. The poor, little, unsuspecting amateur had decided to let out his queen way too early (after complaining that the king is useless, he had claimed that she must be hard to beat, considering that she's the most powerful piece) and there I was, laughing my butt off as I easily wiped her off the board with one of my knights.
"A knight would not dare kill a queen! You are cheating!" the King accused.
"Oh, but they would, and I'm not," I replied while still giggling like a maniac.
He turned to Gaius, seemingly asking for support.
"If the rules she wrote down are honest, she is not cheating," the physician informed as he motioned towards the paper parchment where I'd written down the rules of the game, per his request.
"Of course they're honest!" I protested against his outrageous accusations. "What's the fun in winning a game if it's not done out of pure intellect?!"
