In front of a glass table on the garden balcony of the Grand Duchy of Chantrea, Alvira was playing chess with her father, Duke Chantrea.
It was rare that Duke Chantrea was sitting there patiently playing chess with her as it was his least favorite. Duke Chantrea would rather drink and enjoy playing rather than play such a tedious board game. But it was a rare occurrence for him to actually have the patience to sit around and play.
Alvira placed a black piece down and Duke Chantrea’s previously oppressing white pieces were now surrounded by black pieces, unable to get out. Duke Chantrea looked for a long time before asking Alvira, “Daughter, are not these the moves I used during our first round?”
Duke Chantrea felt that the moves on the chessboard were very familiar to him. The more he l
