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21. Wine and Mine

When you try to write from a drunk/tipsy POV even though you've never had a single drink. :/

(Y/N)'s POV

Is the ice castle floating in the ocean? I look down at my feet expecting to see my winter boots rocking as I'm floating around on a small fishing boat. I miss beaches. And water. Water that's not frozen.

I nod, taking another sip of my wine. Warren said he found the wine in the library near some provocative books. Must have been Elsa. I wonder if she was thinking of me when the pages got hot and heavy. Flushed. So hot. It doesn't help that I'm leaning against a thick fur blanket, maybe a polar bear, and that the prince has the fire roaring in the ice-made fireplace. Logic is not really a concern when there's snow magic and talking snowmen.

I blink a little too slowly at Warren as he gestures to the chessboard. He grins with a smile so joyful I almost call him Olaf.

"Lady (Y/N), it's your turn to move your piece."

Looking at the ice-made chess board, my eyes spin—disorienting at the checked pattern. My sight moves to look at the walls. I ended up coming to one of the rooms I am most familiar with—the study where Elsa and I almost had our first kiss. I wonder how events would have played out had Elsa and I kissed back then. How many days has it been here? A week maybe? It feels longer, like I've lived here for a year. Maybe that's what happens when there's not much to do. My eyes scan the walls when suddenly I see—a woman?

Yes, now a woman in the walls. A translucent woman with braids narrows her eyes at me, wearing an ice-made dress that seems more like a commoner's covered in ice; but just as soon as she appears, she walks backward, returning into the ice infrastructure. I blink multiple times then I look away, back to Warren, then to the board. The woman is not the weirdest thing I've seen in the walls. I hate how my skin always crawls with the paranoia of being watched and how the feeling is inescapable in the castle. Sadly, I've gotten somewhat used to the violating sensation.

With shaking fingers, I pick up my white knight and move him forward. I lay my back against the fur once more, crossing my legs as a muscle twitches in my thigh for some reason. Nerves? Everything does feel tight.

Hmmm...the thought of Elsa giving me a back massage.

Warren moves his rook immediately, taking out my knight and collecting it for himself with more than half my pieces. I huff. Warren chuckles.

Hope of winning this game is as far away as my home country. My family? Friends? Pets? Plants? I've hardly thought of them lately. I wonder if they're ok? The board is almost empty, the game coming to a close. Warren's victory predicted. He is a prince. Princes win.

"Don't be too upset, My Lady, I'm one of the younger princes. I had a lot of spare time to improve my skills." His gray eyes dim. "But I could never beat Hans in a game. Now that was a man who was skilled in plotting. I try to take after him in that way. Planning my moves carefully." Warren takes a sip of his wine as well, the glasses decorated in a frosted texture with a grape pattern that glow as the fireplace crackles. I follow suit, taking a sip of my wine as well. The coldness of the ice glasses biting into my lip. My mouth is warm and full of sweetness. I'm on my second glass and Warren is only halfway through his first. He places his glass down with a clink on a table. His elbows are placed on his knees as he leans forward, eyes darting around the study. Around the bookshelves, fireplace, and furniture. The room is only so big though. Not much can hide in the room, only in the walls. I wonder if Warren has seen the people? His eyes return to me.

"I worry, My lady, that the queen lied."

I almost choke on my wine, and place the glass on an ice side table.