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A Queen For A Queen (England x Reader)Algebra246
Arthur smirked mentally as he watched your hesitation. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, your fingers moved the chess piece on the board. You moved your hand away with a little reluctance, knowing that every move you seem to make would increase the likelihood of losing to Arthur.
What was a day to have a relaxing day of afternoon tea with the British gentleman, you had somehow noticed the chess board, and had the strangest notion of playing with him. He obliged, of course, but warned that he wasn't going easy on you. In his house, you followed him to the sitting room, which consisted of two rather large, comfortable-looking chairs on either side of a coffee table, while in the centre sat a large decorative wooden chess set. Besides the numerous books, stacked neatly along the bookshelves, this chess set was what caught your attention.
You had admired the tow colours and the checkerboard pattern which was made of mahogany, a lighter and darker tone. You were greatly impressed at how
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.C-A-Harland
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.