Witness
The sound of chess pieces sliding across the board filled the quiet room as Ezra moved his knight forward, eyes focused on the game in front of him.
Across from him, Olivia studied the board with her usual calm, thinking about her next move.
They had glasses of blood wine by their side, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere. For Ezra, it felt as though the weight of his duties had been set aside.
He glanced up from the board, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You've got me in a corner, as usual." He said, leaning back in his chair. "I think you're getting better."
Olivia raised an eyebrow, but there was the faintest hint of a smile on her lips. "Or maybe you're getting worse."
Ezra chuckled softly, reaching for his bishop. "I wouldn't be surprised. I've had other things on my mind."
As he moved the piece, Olivia shifted her attention from the board to the conversation they had been having before their game began.