Post by saphiraaiedail on Apr 8, 2011 14:11:50 GMT 10
Title: A game of Knights and Kings
Rating: PG
Word count: 646
Pairing: Roger/Alanna
Round: 1G
Summary: Roger and Alanna play a game of chess
He never expected the knock on his door, never saw her coming. Couldn’t have guessed as to why she was here. She had looked at him evenly as he opened the door before brushing airily past him into his chambers. As per usual he had a set up game of chess between two chairs, the glass figures frosted and unmoving.
She glanced to the chess board before looking back at him as he closed the door. She sat casually into one of the chairs, the side of the frosted pieces and gestured to the other seat.
Feeling curious he had walked over to the other chair and sat opposite her suspiciously. As clear, he moved first. A smile briefly graced her features before she focused intently on the game, only changing her focus on to what he was doing.
Between moves he looked at her, really looked at her. She wasn’t beautiful, not like Lady Delilah or Lady Cynthia, but she wasn’t ugly either. Her flaming hair framed her face like a crimson halo and her lavender eyes created an unusual contrast, though not unattractively so.
And when she smiled, as she did when she took his queen, her entire face lit up and her entire being seemed to radiate happiness. She was intelligent, she had to be to match him this long in a game of chess and she had an inner cunning that saw his cousin so trusting in her that she could virtually do whatever she wanted.
Roger agreed, one such as she should never be tame, under the control of someone so unworthy as his cousin. It angered him, Jonathan had always got everything, just because he was a Prince, he took her for granted, that much was clear. When Roger became King she would serve him, he alone was worthy.
His face remained blank, not revealing the inner turmoil within. Returning his focus back to the game he saw he had her in check, with one of her knights poised to take a clear bishop and save her king. He watched as she leaned forward and picked the Knight between long slender fingers.
Amethyst eyes glanced up from beneath long lashes and then the frosted Knight moved and knocked the piece over.
The frosted King rocked from side to side before slowly, ever so slowly, falling onto the chess board with a gentle chime. Silence rocked the room as she leaned back and took in his reaction. Shock, she had just given up the game, why would she do that? She was so proud, too proud to back down, but she just used a Knight to kill her own King.....
Oh, kill her King. Understanding dawned across his face and he looked at her in puzzlement. “Why?”
She took a deep breath, “My loyalty is to the Tortall Crown, not to who wears it. And as a knight I feel I should choose who I want to lead Tortall to greatness.”
She paused to take in his reaction, “Jonathan?” he asked breathless, finally, the one obstacle would remove itself from his path!
Alanna sighed and leaned forward, “Jonathan is my friend yes, though my love of Tortall is greater. You have the ambition, and the drive certainly to make Tortall one of the greatest countries in the world. That is why, I choose you. Jonathan isn’t strong enough, you are.”
Roger took all this in as she leaned back and watched him, slowly a smile dawned over his face and he looked to The Lioness in amusement.
“Will you stand by me?”
For an answer she got to her feet and moved to kneel next to him. Bowing her head she swore fealty until she passed form this realm and into the next.
Duke Roger Conte smiled even wider, yes; Tortall was within his grasp, now that he owned its Lioness.
Rating: PG
Word count: 646
Pairing: Roger/Alanna
Round: 1G
Summary: Roger and Alanna play a game of chess
He never expected the knock on his door, never saw her coming. Couldn’t have guessed as to why she was here. She had looked at him evenly as he opened the door before brushing airily past him into his chambers. As per usual he had a set up game of chess between two chairs, the glass figures frosted and unmoving.
She glanced to the chess board before looking back at him as he closed the door. She sat casually into one of the chairs, the side of the frosted pieces and gestured to the other seat.
Feeling curious he had walked over to the other chair and sat opposite her suspiciously. As clear, he moved first. A smile briefly graced her features before she focused intently on the game, only changing her focus on to what he was doing.
Between moves he looked at her, really looked at her. She wasn’t beautiful, not like Lady Delilah or Lady Cynthia, but she wasn’t ugly either. Her flaming hair framed her face like a crimson halo and her lavender eyes created an unusual contrast, though not unattractively so.
And when she smiled, as she did when she took his queen, her entire face lit up and her entire being seemed to radiate happiness. She was intelligent, she had to be to match him this long in a game of chess and she had an inner cunning that saw his cousin so trusting in her that she could virtually do whatever she wanted.
Roger agreed, one such as she should never be tame, under the control of someone so unworthy as his cousin. It angered him, Jonathan had always got everything, just because he was a Prince, he took her for granted, that much was clear. When Roger became King she would serve him, he alone was worthy.
His face remained blank, not revealing the inner turmoil within. Returning his focus back to the game he saw he had her in check, with one of her knights poised to take a clear bishop and save her king. He watched as she leaned forward and picked the Knight between long slender fingers.
Amethyst eyes glanced up from beneath long lashes and then the frosted Knight moved and knocked the piece over.
The frosted King rocked from side to side before slowly, ever so slowly, falling onto the chess board with a gentle chime. Silence rocked the room as she leaned back and took in his reaction. Shock, she had just given up the game, why would she do that? She was so proud, too proud to back down, but she just used a Knight to kill her own King.....
Oh, kill her King. Understanding dawned across his face and he looked at her in puzzlement. “Why?”
She took a deep breath, “My loyalty is to the Tortall Crown, not to who wears it. And as a knight I feel I should choose who I want to lead Tortall to greatness.”
She paused to take in his reaction, “Jonathan?” he asked breathless, finally, the one obstacle would remove itself from his path!
Alanna sighed and leaned forward, “Jonathan is my friend yes, though my love of Tortall is greater. You have the ambition, and the drive certainly to make Tortall one of the greatest countries in the world. That is why, I choose you. Jonathan isn’t strong enough, you are.”
Roger took all this in as she leaned back and watched him, slowly a smile dawned over his face and he looked to The Lioness in amusement.
“Will you stand by me?”
For an answer she got to her feet and moved to kneel next to him. Bowing her head she swore fealty until she passed form this realm and into the next.
Duke Roger Conte smiled even wider, yes; Tortall was within his grasp, now that he owned its Lioness.