Hey dearies...
I just wanted to get the next part out while I work on the rest.
I was initially going to wait a week, but here it is.
Slight warning in the beginning for suggestions to abuse...
Hope ya'll enjoy
-Flash back-
"You are destined for great things my dear," the old man says as he caresses my hair. I refrain from shuddering at the unwanted attention.
"Life is like chess and you are my pawn. I am working hard to get you to the other side, you will be great," he keeps talking as he grips the back of my neck and I clench my jaw. I can feel his eyes roam my pre-adolescent body.
"The day you beat me at chess, you have your freedom," he says and lets me go and I return to the game between me and one of his sons, tears in the corners of my eyes.
-End flash back-
I shake my head and growl at the chess board in front of me. Pieces were moved and it looked to be in the middle of an intense game.
"You just had to die before we could finish, didn't you?" I whisper to myself as I turn away from the board that sat on my dresser. I hate that man so much. He took my life from me. He played god and like god he stopped playing. Chess and fear, that's all I've ever known my whole life…and pain. I close my eyes and grimace, so much pain. My body will never be the same and my mind will never recover. You are just a pawn. His words hurt, it cut like steel. I will show him, show them all.
"I will be the victor!" I yell to my empty room.
"I will be the victor," I whisper looking down, clenching my hands into fists till my nails drew blood from my palms, my teeth drew blood from my bottom lip and tears stung my eyes, threatening to spill out. As I calm down, I lick the blood from my lip and wipe the blood on my palms off on my pants. The moon light streams into my room window and I sigh. I will never be really free. Like a pawn in front another pawn I am blocked. Until one of us makes a wrong move. Then again…who is my opponent? I shake my head and get into bed.
Today was a long day and no doubt tomorrow will be too.
"Checkmate," I call and the boy in front of me slumps in his seat.
"I can never defeat you," he whispers.
"That might be true, but you are improving, we played three times as long today than what we played the first time around," I say as I start packing the pieces away. He smiles slightly with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
"Really Sir Ivar?" He asks and I nod once.
"I'm off to tell mother, thank you!" He exclaims and bolts out of the study. I can faintly hear maids yelp and scold him for running in the halls. With a shake of my head I put the chess set back in its place. The boy was making progress and I almost felt proud that he was learning so quickly.
"That boy will be the death of me one day, oh! Sir Ivar, I did not know you were still here," I turn to look at one of the house maids, a young brunet with kind brown eyes.
"That's quite right Miss Aslaug, I was just putting the chess set away," I say.
"You are so intelligent and patient sir Ivar, that is a tough game," she says as she starts dusting the books.
"I grew up with the game Miss Aslaug, I hardly think when playing it now days," I say as I watch her clean. She was thin and just a tad shorter than me, her hips nice and broad…I lick my dry lips and clear my throat.
Feelings are a waste child, forget feelings and focus on the game.
That man's voice rings in my ears. She chuckles and walks towards me.
"Stirring something inside your pants am I, Sir Ivar?" She purrs.
"As you can see Miss Aslaug there is no stirring at all," I answer and her eyes drop to my pants clad crotch. She then looks back up to me with a pout.
"Am I not attractive enough for a young man like you?" I raise my eyebrow.
"You are very much attractive Miss Aslaug," I almost purr before anything could happen or progress someone cleared their throat. We looked to the queen and the maid yelps before scurrying out. The queen watched her leave then turns her piercing blue eyes to me.
"Flirting with the help are we?" She almost spat.
"Oh please your majesty, the girl thinks I am a man," I answer and she saunters her way to me.
"Let us get one thing straight knight, you are to stay by my side at all times and it is only me that you listen to," she almost growls and I huff. She raises her hand to touch my face and I grab her wrist.
"You want to control me, Elisabeth?" I growl at her glaring eyes. She tightens her hand into claws and flicks her wrist, scratching me on the cheek. I hiss and tighten my grip on her wrist. We glare at one another then the next thing I know our lips are locked into a heated embrace.
Take the queen out as soon as you can, she is the real threat.
His voice echoes in my head.
No, you take the pawns out so they won't make it to the other side first, then take the queen, this is why you lost your queen so easily old man.
My mind retorts and my arms encircle the queen's lithe waist, drawing her closer. I can feel each of her curves press into my hard un-shapely body. Her warmness battling against my coldness. It was a battle of opposites. I was the black pieces and she was the white. She had made her move and I retaliated. We were in an intense battle for dominance and I'd be damned if I didn't play to my full potential. I was about to gain the upper hand when a small gasp came from the door. We pulled apart to see a young boy looking at us with tears in his eyes. I rushed to his side and dropped to my knees. My hands shakily came up to gently wipe his tears away.
"Hey, don't cry dear, everything's okay," I whisper and he sniffles. The five year old rubbed his right eye.
"You weren't hurting one another?" He asked with a choke. I shake my heads and pull him into a hug.
"We weren't hurting one another, Sven, I promise," I answer and he hugs me back.
"I trust you, mommy," he says and tears spring to my eyes. 21 and I was a mother to a five year old, that man has been such a plague, but Sven was a gift. I would do anything for him. He was my flesh and blood after all.
"Why are you here dear? Don't you have lessons?" I ask him and he shakes his head.
"The Prince told me you were here," he says in his small innocent voice. I nod and stand, picking him up. The queen was looking away with her hand covering her swollen kissed lips.
"Remember Sven, when we are around other people who am I?"
"Daddy," he answers and I nod kissing his head.
"Good boy," I smile before looking to the queen as she straightens up.
"My daughter is returning from her trip tomorrow. So be forewarned of another royal, knight," the queen said before leaving me and my son alone in the library. There was silence as I stroked Sven's hair before he looked to me.
"Can we play chess?" He asked and I smiled nodding. At 5 he was a prodigy in the game. There were some pretty close calls when we played.
I was so proud of him.
Well there you have it...
I did some reaserch into norwegian names, very interesting...
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I'll try and keep the chapters to a 1'000 words at the least so it would be nice and long.
See ya'll next time
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