Then What Do You Think, Princess?
Lorelai could feel rage boiling within Rhaegar's body. His muscles were trembling underneath his attire and the princess was scared that he might lose control and do something unthinkable.
She could not understand what had happened. He had a perfect winning streak and then, out of nowhere, during the very last game for the most expensive prize, the dark horse of his opponent had managed to win.
The stranger left the table, shaking the host's hand as he stood next to the cage. "Have him transported to this address," he offered the host a small card and nodded, turning back to face Rhaegar. "It was a nice game, My Lord. I hope we can meet like this again."
With another, now careless nod, he left the room while the host shifted his attention to the king. "Do not be discouraged, My Lord. You have been winning up until the last game. Shall I arrange for your slaves to be transported too?"