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"You are suggesting me to WHAT!?"
The White King yells at his wife, the White Queen, as his voice echoes through the castle's walls. His hands were shaking in anger, fists closed, almost baring his teeth at her.
"A war, darling. Our kingdom is collapsing if you didn't notice. We need to expand our boundaries to gain more power, but we can't do that if the bloody Black Kingdom can easilly own it!"
The White Queen says frowning, hand gesturing, near to close her hand as she continues:
"The only way to reclaim the middleboard is by fighting the Black Kingdom!"
She points out her arm to the nearest window in the room, still facing White King.
"OH! Or do you want our people to perish without money!? If they don't have any, they can't pay the goverment taxes and WE are the ones that are going to eat cake!"
Enraged, the King tries to make a better statement, but ends up blundering his own speech, raising up a finger just to let it down again, having nothing to say back to the Queen.
The Queen, as a response, raises an eyebrow, crossing her arms, making a disgusted face. Her body language tells subliminally a "You know i am right, and you can't do nothing about it".
The White King sits in one of the spacious room's detailed chair, golden with subtle hints of white. Sighing, he rests his chin on the palm of his hand, as the Queen leaves the place.
She dosen't actually want to start a war. Right?
The White King thinks to himself, glancing at the Queen as her footsteps become less and less noticeable. He relaxes into the chair, grabbing his crown at the top of his head, holding it with both hands.
The King stares at it. The crown is embedded with various precious jewels, shinning as the sun light hits them. He sighs once again, thinking about what path his life had taken to. As a child, the Prince of The White Kingdom, as he was entitled, was more interested to hear about bees and birds than duels and fights. He never understood how could people think that war was a necessary thing, in fact, it never is. What was the purpose of killing and torturing innocent people for political issues?
He kept think about what a dissaster would be for Black Kingdom. He didn't want that to happen, in fact, he had almost no war plans. He never did. The King knew what was happening outside of his castle walls, poor people, beging to have a solid piece of gold, of hope. Children, that saw too much horrors for their age, but never stoped dreaming regardless. What kind of protector of the people was the one who killed them for money, for a chance to have luxury and prettend that their Kingdom was in great form, when the money earned was, by far, a coin for every single person murdered for pure and devilish selfishness?
In a burst of anger, he grabs his crow with force and trows it in the middle of the room. The floor had brown and white wood square pattern, almost looking like a board. The King's crown lands brutally, making a loud thud and rolling in spirals until it stops on a brown square. Oh, he had to do something to change Queen's mindset about the Black Kingdom, and that must be done now.
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A knock is heard inside of a darkned bedroom, a grumble inside is the response.
"S-Sir? I mean- Your Majesty?"
Heavy footsteps are heard coming close to the door, as it opens slowly.
"Bonjour, i was sleeping. Hope this is important."
A masculine figure says, wearing a confortable black nightgow, looking tired and bothered.
"W-well,"
The pawn says, trembeling, trying to get something inside it's messenger bag. The bag drops of it's shoulders, making tons of letters fall out. The man at the door crosses his arms, not wating patiently at all.
"Mon Diou! Je suis désole, monsieur!"
The pawn excuses, picking up every letter as fast as it can. The authority figure rolls his eyes. Then finally a letter with a white stamp is delivered to him.
"Im, so sorry for the unconvenience, Majesty! This letter was sent by the White Kingdom to here."
The Black King stares menacingly at the pawn, who nervouslly laughes.
"I-I mean! Obviouslly it was! Otherwise i wouldn't be here and... Uh... Excusez-moi! I have to deliver some other letters! Passe une bonne journeé!"
The Black King grumbles as the paw quickly gets away.
Analising the letter, it had the White Kingdom stamp. This must be some sort of invitation, the King thinks, as weak footsteps aproach him, and a woman's head is rest in his shoulder.
"What is this, cher?"
She says, sleepy.
"A ball invitation, i supose. And please, don't hold me like that, you know i don't like it."
The Queen looks annoyed at him. She snorts, and goes back to their bedroom, getting a pair of tiny bells and shaking it.
"SERVITEURS!! I need a bath!"
She yells, voice echoing through the corridors. The King glances at her, giving a sharp exale of disbellief, as he opens the letter only to be hit with a familliar hand-writing, looking to both sides, cheking is Queen is still in there and returning to sit at the edge of his bed.
"Oh, Blanc, what do you want now...?"
He starts reading the letter:
Dear Black King,
As mentioned our previous letters, i suppose you know the state that both of our kindoms are. None of them are in their best form and soon any of us will have to do something about it.
The point i want to make here is that the White Queen has suggested a war between our Kingdoms to reclain the Middleboard, knowing that is extremally infuriating, I've decided to send you this letter as a warning that no matter what happens, i do not copperate with war and the way that White Queen thinks.
To discuss this further, i suggest that you and Black Queen may spend sometime here, and maybe we can talk this situation or anything else you want to discuss while he have this free time.
With love, White King.
Black King folds the letter and starts slowly aproaching a drawer. As he opens, tons of letters from the White Kingdom are in there, some are even yellowish due to time deterioration and he calmly puts the new letter at the top, hesitating to close it.
Then the Black Queen suddently appears at the door.
"CHER! CAN YOU BELIEVE THEY DIDN'T HAVE ROSEHIP TO ADD IN MY BATH?!"
The King shuts the drawer with force.
"Oh, vraiment!?"
He says, sweating.
"What happened to our currency? J'ai besoin des ROSES!!"
The Queen aproaches him, puting her hand on his shoulder.
"Cher, I think we will have to domain the middleboard. We are getting poor, and you know i don't stand that."
The Black King sighes.
"Oh, mon Dieu."