‘It’s just the way he is.’ the King replied. ‘Not everyone feels they can approach us direct, you know that.’
The Queen harrumphed, she hated everyone, except the King. Sometimes she found him infuriating with his slow, cautious ways, but she would give her life for him. The others were always plotting, the Bishops, the Knights, all of them.
The Queen stopped and the Rook plunged a dagger into her heart. As she fell the Rook turned to the King.
‘Checkmate, your Majesty.’ he said.