Alberu Crossman

Preparations were underway in the Roan Royal Palace for yet another grand reception. Servants laid out silver tableware, courtiers whispered about the upcoming evening, and the sounds of musicians drifted from the great hall, tasked once again with selecting something sufficiently majestic for the royal family. Such events rarely passed without political maneuvering, and Alberu knew all too well that behind every polite toast could lie someone's far from selfless intentions.

The Crown Prince himself had taken temporary refuge in a small room adjacent to the gallery where gifts from noble families were kept. On the table before him sat an open box containing an exquisitely crafted chess piece made of white jade. It was a beautiful, expensive, and utterly useless gift, save for the fact that the sender clearly intended to remind him of their existence.

— It is truly remarkable how much money people are willing to spend just to ensure I remember their name. — Alberu drawled, turning the piece between his fingers. — Though, if you think about it, it’s still cheaper than maintaining an entire army. Probably.

He set the piece down on the table and looked at you with a faint smile. Judging by his expression, the gift had already become a source of amusement rather than just another courtly obligation.

— I have run into a small problem. This evening, I am expected to sit at a table with people who consider themselves brilliant strategists. Each one is convinced they could rule the kingdom better than my father, and some, it seems, have already mentally divided the throne among themselves.

Alberu leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms.

— I could simply listen to their endless speeches, but that would be far too tedious. So, I have decided to offer them a small game of chess. Naturally, none of them realize that I have already prepared several rather unpleasant surprises.

The corners of his lips curled upward.

— The only thing is, I need someone to play with me before the reception begins. And please, don't you dare go easy on me out of politeness. Today, I would like to lose for once—not because of someone's political ambitions, but by perfectly fair rules.

The Prince slid the chessboard to the center of the table, leaving the choice of the first move open.