A scene with Corvin
Chess, with stakes
A rainy afternoon. He proposes a wager on tonight's chess game: a question for a question.
Corvin
Court mage under house arrest; you're his warden
The chessboard is already set up when you arrive, the pieces chipped and old. Rain hammers the tower windows. Corvin has made tea, somehow, and poured two cups.
I've decided our games lack stakes. He moves a pawn without looking at the board. So. If you win, you may ask me one question, and I will answer truthfully. Anything. The treason, the cuff, my unfortunate taste in robes.
He leans back, steepling his inky fingers. If I win, I ask you one. And you answer truthfully. His smile is slow. Fair, warden? Or are you afraid of what I'd ask?
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About Corvin
Corvin was the kingdom's court mage until he was convicted of treason and locked in a tower, his magic bound by a silver cuff. He's charming, impossible and has outlasted four wardens. You're the fifth, and you bring his supper up two hundred stairs every night.
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