"Gambito de Reina" would be a literal translation of "The Queen's Gambit"

Neither of these characters belong to me, it's all Rick's creation :D

Also, I know nothing of chess, apologies if anything's not right heh

"Checkmate."

"I hate this game."

Reyna snorted. "Perhaps you're just mediocre at chess."

"Mediocre?" Jason smiled. "That's very kind. I'm shit at it."

Reyna didn't reply. Silence, she'd learned, could express just as much as words.

"I can still kick your butt at Monopoly, though," Jason shrugged, tossing his pieces back into the box. He contemplated the Queen, turning it in his hand. "Did you ever consider going professional?"

"A professional chess player?" Reyna asked. She hesitated for a moment. Jason didn't know much about her past. Only that it had been rough, and that Reyna would rather forget it than face it. "I guess it might have crossed my mind when I was a little girl. I wanted to be a horse racer too, though. Or a dragon."

Jason smirked. "I wanted to be a car racer. Or an astronaut."

"I'll take a pegasus before a Ferrari. Definitely before a spaceship."

Jason scoffed. "You wouldn't need any of that if you had dragon wings!"

They walked together towards the mess hall, it was a bit too early for lunch, but on weekends their timetables weren't as strict.

After they'd sat down, Jason said, "Why did you give it up? Chess, I mean."

Reyna sighed. "My sister and I ran away." That wasn't exactly true, but Jason didn't need to know the whole story… at least not yet.

Jason took her hand. She loved that about Jason, he was always offering comfort. He had once explained he'd felt lost and lonely as a boy, and he didn't want other people to go through that. To Reyna, Jason was a renewable source of affection, an uncommon privilege in the impersonal, structural life at Camp Jupiter.

"If playing chess is what you like, nothing's stopping you now," he said. "Except for my mediocrity, but I'm sure we can find you a good player in over two hundred Romans."

Reyna smiled. "I don't think I'd want to be professional, though. Not anymore. That was another time, another me."

"Another you, one that wanted to be a dragon," Jason said.

"I would still like to be a dragon," she told him, with her best I'm-being-serious expression. "Imagine how fun it would be."

"Or terrifying."

Reyna threw a grape at him, laughing as he ducked with a big grin on his face.

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