Limitless | Choi San

3

The next few days, you remained as invisible as you could. You had a few meetings and a party scheduled that you had to attend along with the King, but you were careful not to challenge him in court. You did not want the King to wonder why there was suddenly life in your eyes, so you made sure to keep your eyes unreadable.

Because there was, suddenly, life in your eyes. Hope. You were beginning to feel hopeful and you knew how dangerous that was, but you couldn't help it. Not when you finally had someone who was going to lay his life on the line for you. Now you couldn't help but smile when something reminded you of him- whenever you planned in your head, or when you dared to note a few things down on paper only to burn it in the end because you could leave no trace...

You would find yourself smiling as you watched the pages burn in the fireplace.

It wasn't too hard for you to gather information about the King's weak point. The thing about people was that they loved a good gossip session. And since the King had made the mistake of not limiting your social attendance, whenever you met up with the wives of earls or dukes, drinks would be passed and their lips would loosen. They didn't even comprehend how dangerously the information could be used. Over the few months of your marriage, you had enough gossip in your brain that you could iron out the details for. You had a few open spots you could attack the King for-

But you would wait for San. You needed to hear him first, because no matter how much information you had gathered, nothing could come close to what San would have as the person who knew every move his King made.

You wondered if San would agree with you on one of these things, and you wondered which of them even held leverage, because if you went in blindly with one of these, it wouldn't end well for you and whoever sourced this information. You didn't want to risk dragging anyone else.

"Your next move... Your Majesty?" Your maid asked, looking at you and then at the chessboard you had been staring at for far too long.

"Oh, forgive me, I got lost in thought," you chuckled, moving one of the rooks across the board. "Isn't it quite late? Have you had dinner yet?"

"Not yet," the maid admitted and you narrowed your eyes in disappointment, making the young girl laugh.

"We can continue later," you marked the moves on the notepad and handed it to the maid who began to wrap up the board. "You should have dinner on time. You've got other duties too. Me? I only have to sit and look pretty."

The maid grinned at that and bowed before leaving and you smiled at her. She was the only one who had been kind enough to keep you occupied with distractions- often bringing board games or embroidering material for when the King was away and you were all alone with your thoughts. Perhaps, she had heard from the only maid who knew how abusive the King was. Perhaps, the King had ordered the young girl to keep you entertained. You didn't know and you couldn't ask.

The King was on a one day trip to the neighbouring city for some 'business' dealing. He often went there and you were starting to suspect if there was actually some business there or if he had someone just like you in his family house. You ate dinner and waited for bedtime but the King arrived back before that, entering your chamber.

"Good evening," you called, his maids helping him take off his coat. You glanced behind- San wasn't with him. "I hope you had a nice trip."

"Yeah, nothing much," the King shrugged off the extra layers and settled on the couch. You knew that it meant that he wasn't in a sour mood (yet) so you relaxed a bit, ordering the maids to bring some fresh tea for him.

"Would you like to take a bath before you settle down?"

"I'll have tea first, I'm pretty tired," he rubbed his face and then looked at you, just having recalled. "Did you attend the dinner at the Earl's place last night?"