Chess

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“Checkmate,” he said, moving his piece into place with a smile.

She blinked and stared. “What?! Again? You- you are impossible to beat! How are you so good at this?”

He laughed and shook his head. “I’m not. You’re just actually bad at chess.”

“I am not,” she protested. “I win the rest of the time, it’s only you I can’t beat.”

He stood up and stretched. “Yes, well, everybody else has to let you win because you’re the princess and your father would probably… well, you know.”

She held up a hand, and he helped her to her feet.

“He’d do the same to you if he caught you,” she said sadly.

“I know,” he said, kissing her hand. “It’s still worth it.”

Outside the bell in the clock tower began to chime the hour; her maids would be on the way soon.

“Time to go,” he said, turning with a shrug.

She caught his arm and pulled him back, kissing him full on the lips.

“Thank you,” she said. He looked a little confused.

“For beating me at chess,” she said, giving him a little shove towards the window.

He laughed again as he jumped out and caught the vines to climb down to the ground. “Tomorrow night, then, princess.”

(Author’s Note: I appear to have forgotten that it was Friday last night…)

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