"A King may move a man, a father may claim a son, but remember that even when those who move you be Kings, or men of power, your soul is in your keeping alone."

Baldwin makes another checkmate on the chess. This was the 3rd round of losing. He shifted himself to look at you. His silver mask glimmers from the sunlight reflection. You both were in the neat drawing room. His presence was calming.

"Have you learned your lesson yet?"