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But what of their tragically deformed king?

[What if: bring out the queen to play. Defend your man]

Protocol says he's to be beheaded in public with his name erased from history so that none may mourn him, but I have a much better idea.

He's been quite impressive tonight, so it's best to keep him close.

[ sacrifices a pawn... you can have that but not my useless queen man. ]

Keeping him as a trophy instead? I don't think his subjects would stand for it.

[Blaze a path of destruction, my queen]

Oh, but I am quite confident that if they were to storm the castle, they'd find their king enjoying himself thoroughly.

[ left and right, carnage... but there's an incredibly brave knight sneaking up behind her now. ]

[That gets Kaine to flush red as his imagination gets the better of him. Oh no. Why does Lotor have to have such a beguiling and suggestive voice???

Absolutely doesn't see the knight coming. Curse their unpredictable movement patterns]

That's-- very far from standard protocol.

[ His voices. lowers just so. ]

I prefer... creativity.

[ and then he smoothly takes the queen. goodbye romantic rival! he is going to take your husband for himself now that you're out of the picture! 👋 ]

[A shiver runs up Kaine's spine before he realizes with some stupefaction that he's been de-queened.]

Oh.

Yes, that's... evident.

[ He's leveling an unbreaking (and proud) gaze at Kaine while he reaches over and snags a single grape.

It'd be so easy to surrender, sweetie. He'd take SUCH good care of youuuuu-- ]

[Looks at what is left of his forces. His strongest piece, gone. What possible strategy does he have left?

Really, the smart thing to do would be to resign.

...]

No way. He's fighting 'til the end.

[LAST STAND, GO]

[ laughing again. ]

Oh, I am delighted. I really would have been tender to your men, but I won't lie and say that your courage [ ... ] isn't heartwarming.

[ moving up towards the king. hey look he's leaving your horsies alone this time. ]

[Noooooooooo]

How else could you respect him if he didn't give it his all?

[Not that he isn't stuffing copium crackers in his face]

And this king does respect good boys.

[ you. you're the good boy.

...puts him in check. ]

[good boy!!! //////]

Well that was fast...

[A dramatic sigh as he stacks a cracker with fine meats and cheese.]

To the victor go the spoils.

[Feeds you your victory cracker]

[ He leans on his palm for a tick, regarding him intently.

Then leans over to bite his victory cracker from his trophy almost-husband's fingers. ]

[Meets his gaze with a helplessly adoring crook on his lips.]

I'm no match for you. As usual.

[ politely finishes his cracker before responding. ]

But you continue to play me. I adore that part of you.

[ the... the impossibly good part... though he sometimes wonders if it's a little masochism too. ]

Putting up a fight even when it's hopeless is a family trait.

[Questionable whether masochism is. He's never probed that deeply into Peter's private life......]

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Which surely means that you'll play against me again next time.

Oh, I'll try.

But for now... what do you want to do to your captured trophy king first?

That's such a dangerous question.

[ like, he could make a list.

but for now he's just going to sit back and pat the spot next to him. the usual "come" gesture. ]

[Obediently sits where instructed, with anticipation(??!!)]

What happened to being merciful?

[ leans in. ]

Oh, of course I will be. However, if I were to start listing things... you'd never see the end of it.

But let us start simply. Kiss me.

As you command.

[He leans in and kisses his prince sweetly and tender, as good boys should]

[ How can anyone ever be mean to you. How dare they. The next person who deceives you (hypocritically right now) is going to die very painfully.

Good boys also get a hand to their chest and a light nip to their lip. ]

[Ah yes. WHO would ever LIE to this good little clone, surely no one here

Kaine gasps softly, his chest rising and falling against his touch - before caressing Lotor's neck with his callused, cankerous hand. Trailing up to trace the lobe of his delicate elf ears.]

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