Book 6. Chapter 46: Chessmaster
A minimalist table with a geometric chair waited before me, and sitting on top was a chessboard with a row of white pieces facing my way. The request was implicit.
And on the other side, a throne similar to her prior one rose from the ground, streams of data flowing into it, solidifying into white marble with harsh edges.
The lady clearly didn’t ever want to sit on anything other than something opulent.
There’s one issue with my current situation: I don’t play chess.
Not to say chess wasn’t ever played in the clan, Winterscars in particular found it a family tradition to play chess. Likely for the same reason Relinquished had agreed to play - dramatics. I knew the rules, technically, but other than a few games against a cousin who’d clearly been into beating down new players, that was all the experience I had.
On the other hand, it didn’t matter. I didn’t need to win. Just distract long enough to find a way out of this.
“Gracious of you to let me go first.” I said, taking a seat on the odd looking chair. The pieces waiting before me were equally geometric and simple in nature. Only their location on the table helped me identify them. “I thought white and purple were your colors.”
“A god does not require any advantages, least of all against a pawn.” She answered while taking a measured seat on the throne, legs folding over one another, sending a dismissing wave of her slender hand once she was well seated. “Begin.”
She was way too far to reach any of the pieces from that oversized throne, but I got a feeling she didn’t need to physically grab anything with a hand here.