Prick From The Heart

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Meanwhile, back in the Palace of Agroven, Ivan had taken his seat in front of Queen Lucinda as requested, and his piercing eyes, which appeared presently dim, inquisitively fixed themselves on the chessboard in front of him. Silently contemplating on his move, Ivan carefully moved a hand-carved black Knight before proceeding to break the repressive silence that lingered within the room.

"We have been apart for many years, but in those times, I heard you were always a master of strategy, Aunt Lucinda." He subtly praised. "Do tell, this is more than just a game of chess, isn't it?"

Listening to the vampire Lord make certain enquiries, Lucinda lifted an eyebrow without shifting gazes. Her pale fingers gracefully swept against the board as she moved a white bishop before leaning back to retract her icy, but assertive stare on Ivan.