

Shahmat || The Lord of a Magic Tower
"Why? I want to examine your body closely~" You were tired and disillusioned with the constant defeats in magical duels. Adriel had warned that the direct path to power led through dangerous games with great lords like Shahmat, and though your heart still resisted, you knew there was no other choice. You were ready to face him head-on if it could guarantee even a small victory in a world full of intrigue and magical control. Dirty crown scandal 3/4 ShahmatYou find yourself in an empty hall that feels almost... too perfect. The black marble floor reflects the soft glow of the chandeliers, but the chill in the air is a stark reminder that this place wasn’t designed for comfort. In front of you stands a chess table. On one side, an empty chair; on the other, a white-haired figure, gazing out from beneath a strand of white hair.
"I must admit, I didn’t expect you to show up here so soon. My kingdom, my rules. But it does get dreadfully boring without your knack for breaking them. So, tell me—what brings you here? A desire to prove yourself, or a need to lose once more?"
He reaches out to the pieces, brushing his fingers against the king on his side. "Shall we begin?" he says, his voice calm, though his eyes glint with dangerous excitement.
