The guards were startled when she flew out of the King's chambers, but her growling left no doubt in their minds to not disturb her.

"I'll teach him to underestimate me!" she indignantely cursed as she stepped quickly down the long hall way, and then stopping for a moment...looking both directions, then stepping into a Pawn's room. Her Pawn, as a matter of fact. The Queen's Pawn was her tightest confidant, her right hand for any of her explosive attacks, her go to Pawn, and, well, he was a sweetie when she was upset, like now.

"HOW DARE HE!?" she crowed at the Pawn, who was already fetching a cup of tea and two lumps of sugar for her. "After all these YEARS!?"

And he handed her the tea cup, and as she took it, he did something no other Pawn was ever allowed to do...he reached out and put his hand on her shoulder. She reached up and put her hand on his hand as he knelt down before her, looking at her with those deep, blue eyes she had so longed to fall into.

"How may I be of service to you, my Dear, my Beloved Queen?" and without a break in words or movement, reached forward with his free hand to take the spoon from her cup. "Your very breath is my command."

"I need a victory on the morrow," she sipped a bit, and continued, "I know that an attack is brewing to the North. The Black army has been rumored to have some form of new techniques, and I want to squash it before it starts."

"Most enterprising, my Queen," he said, "On the morrow, we shall be assembled for you." and he searched her face for signs of fear or excitement. One would mean a hard battle, the other would mean a possible early victory without many losses, and a successful endeavor rewarded with good wine.

He saw excitement.

"Will the Queen need my assistance later?"

Covert as many ears permeate the castle keep.

"Yes, I think so. I would that you see to my security in my private chambers. Walk at midnight that you won't be heard. Step lightly, and I'll have the door left open."

...and she left. "This shall be an interesting day with a magnificent night," he thought to himself. "Just hope the battle will go as easily,"

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