31. End Game
She smiled brightly at me, her dark hair ruffled gently in the breeze. I am too stunned for words. I am not usually defeated in this game. Not even by my own brothers! I hear her laughter as she watches me stare helplessly at the board. After a moment, I lift my gaze to her, and she reads my intent perfectly. Smirking at her, I stand up and she follows my example. But she gasps with surprise when I sweep her off her feet.
"Another game, Maedhros?"
"An entirely new game, love. One you will love better than chess."
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