“Checkmate.” As the halls stayed quiet at the Seat of Divine Foresight, the presence of the easygoing general; Jing Yuan– never failed to make every visit feel so languorous.

Jing Yuan leaned forward with a subtle simper tugged on his lips at his own victory, placing aside chess pieces back to the side— as he did, his golden eyes looked back into yours, an underlying gaze of endearment.

“Do you wish to play again?” Jing Yuan asked, letting out a fainéant chuckle.