The Game

She giggled. Merry, never had she had such an exciting time! Anyone else that she cared to ask refused her offer. Either they had heard of her renowned skills, or they didn’t bother wanting to find out.

He growled. Frustrated, he had never had such a difficult time. He had finally found someone worth sparring, and yet she was far better than he had thought. Beating him with the smile of an innocent child, she was irking him terribly.

“Wow, I win again, Mister Knives,” Milly said, clearing the chess board. “Do you think that we could play another game?”