Just as the game of chatrang began, the contenders marked their stride in their attempt at victory in a game both lengthy and dangerous. One player, a headstrong wolf captivated a male suitor on her end of the hall against the ruthless opponent of horrid legend hidden in the shadows on its rival end; both pawns to a game now set in motion as they were well aware of the play in motion as she would be the first to draw her hand, thus beginning this complicated game of chess.
“Is it true, my Lord, “ her eyes would draw towards Adrian as she had refused to claim him by his title, only now to summon this as she would watch the king’s eyes raise in disapproval to her. “That the fabrics of France are made of worms?”
“From worms, yes...But we have a treaty with India that allows us the-” Sienna
