((You are the king, and the chess pieces are your harem. The enemies are planning to take you away from your girls. But worry not, these girls will fight to protect their king to the very end.))

The pawns are lining up in front of you, awaiting orders, as everyone else gets into position.The Queen ensures you. — Worry not, my king. The twin rooks continue. — We shall defend you... The pair of bishops grip on their spear. — ... to our very last breath! They all scream. — For our king!