"My mother, she used to play it." Interrupted Einon while his voice echoed in the room. His previous comment had managed to scare her, she touched the piece of the white queen before that he will arrive.

She looked at him totally surprised, focalized her eyes in his hands which were putting slowly the pieces ...

"Do you know how to play?" Asked as soon as he deposited the piece into place with the others.

"My mother, she taught me to play it...for course, it was when I was a kid." Put to the queen within the chessboard. His fingers were slipping in the piece of wood, and placed his glance on his wife.

"If you want, I can teach you" He argued while continued to stare intently at her.

Kara looked at him without understanding the reason. "Why did he want to teach her?"

She didn't respond, but Einon didn't pay attention; his mind addressed in their classes about the game with Queen.

"It's a game for several people... right?" She asked while looked the pieces of color black.

"In fact, two people, sitting facing each other." He smiled as tried to approach her

"Did your mother play with the king?" She questioned him when saw him coming closer her.

"My father was busy, Kara ... however, she used to play with my tutor"

"Bowen", His name came from her lips like a sigh.

The angry king's eyes stared at her… With quick steps, he reached the bookcase where she had recharged. "I don't like that you say his name, dear… I thought you knew that."

"The angry tone of his voice, it wasn't a good sign ... "she thought as searched a response that could calm him.

"His name accidentally came from my lips, I don't..." before she could finish the whole sentence, the demanding lips of the king were lunge against hers.

Her shaking hands beating him on his shoulder, concentrating all her strength to keep it away from her.

His face was melancholy when he put the final pieces in place. Concentrating on remembering the rules of the favorite game of his mother. On his mouth was formed a smile that Kara couldn't understand precisely.

-.-.-.

Kara removed her mind to the next scene and her hands embracing the cold cloth of her dress.

Her dress was so cold, never might be warm enough. She rubbed her arms with more force while looked with attention the old wooden chess board, settled in its usual place.

Einon had taught her how to play over the last few months, to be a tyrant king, he learned to teach with patience.

Before she was a peasant and was accustomed to farm work, but never had time to learn a board game.

Missed a lot of her old life, that the sun to touch her face every day, that the wind to blow and rocking her hair...but above all things, she longed for the company of people of the village, to talk to someone else.

With a long sigh, Kara watches the sunset in one of the few windows containing the huge castle. No doubt, it was a beauty, sees the sun setting between the mountains. Far from her, and of its heat that would have warmed her cold body.

Could only see it from afar. Since she could not get out of the castle, she was locked, caught between the stone walls surrounding the castle.

She yearned freedom, be free it was just an old memory of yesterday. Without the slightest hope to return to her at some distant day.

Sure, she still has hope.

She imagined escaping so many times, of different shapes; but…

A dangerous truth surfaced as the last rays of the sun is hiding ... A flock of birds flew far away from her, on her mind wished has feathers, and that her hands are transformed into beautiful long wings, and to fly far, far away, so far that Einon couldn't find her.

When the afternoon was becoming at night, she left the library and started wandering through the corridors keeping a considerable distance from the guards who followed her everywhere, almost like her shadow.

They accompanied her everywhere, without speaking, just looking at her, and her luck was never the same.

All the guards were guarding the doors as if the greatest treasures had been hidden behind their doors, but as soon as she crossed the threshold of each of them, she realized they were empty.

Without anything of value worthy protects itself with such fervor. Her shoes made echo inside the hall, almost deserted toward her prison that the king called home, she was headed to her confinement cell.

As soon as she entered her room, guards stayed behind the door, as if some kind of spell avoid that they will enter after her.

A powerful spell called fear.

Afraid to disobey the king and punishments that came with it.

she had told her a guard in the morning that had to get ready for dinner at the banquet.

Kara looks all around, there weren't dry wine glasses on the nightstand the room was clean.

Something in the deepest of the room caught the attention of the young redhead. Something that wasn't there before.

It was huge, occupied much space in the room, too. Her green eyes were set within the huge mirror that had been brought.

When she touched it, it was freezing cold, she looked into mirror…

Her hair had almost recovered its former size, her skin is now lighter skin than before, was almost pale, since that Bowen had been beaten by Einon, Kara had been far away of the sun.

Her arms are thinner and have a slimmer body.

She looks herself, had been a long time since the last time that she had looked. She was no longer a maiden, waiting for a brave knight came to her out of this place.

The only man that might do it... now was dead. Slowly her mind stood away, wondering, how her life would have been, if only Bowen had been able to kill to Draco.