King Chess Piece Tattoo Meaning 소설 & 이야기

I was covered under his huge frame and only my eyes were peeking out as he sank his teeth in my neck. His body is full of tattoos and what grabbed my attention was the tattoo of the chess queen, right on his heart like it holds some deep meaning for him. Why queen and not king? He bit on my neck and I moaned while digging my toes in the mattress. Maybe because the queen is more powerful than the king in chess. She can kill anyone while the king only protects himself. That day he lost when I killed his queen. Mikhail is more than what I think him to be. Reading his mind will be an interesting topic.

I walked in and found him waiting—black coat, silver hair, a chessboard set up on the altar. “Alessia,” he said. “Or should I say… daughter of the blood war.” I didn’t say anything—not yet. He pointed to the board. Two pieces stood side by side. A Queen. A Bishop. “I’ll give you a choice,” Viktor said, grinning like the devil he was. “One piece walks out. One piece burns.” I narrowed my eyes. “What do they represent?” He shrugged. “That’s for you to decide. But if you choose wrong… the next piece off the board is Luca.”

Leo replied. "Risky? Kanji already has an advantage and there are a lot of changes on both sides, but still, Allura should stick with the castling move." Dominic added. I know they are doing this all on purpose. My brows knitted in confusion as their words and suggestions jumbled in my head, causing me to lose concentration and forget my next move. "Shit," I cursed in my head as I made a risky move on my piece. Kanji smirked as he watched me move my piece, and he then moved his queen out of the pawns, or shall we say the most powerful chess piece in the game.

There was a chair across from him, and the second I sat, I felt his eyes on me like he was waiting to see if I’d flinch. “You always walk in like the air belongs to you,” he said. “Even now.” I didn’t answer. He smiled slightly. “It’s why I like you, you’re like a flame wrapped in silence. Tell me, Zoey, do you know how to play chess?” “No.” “You should,” he said. “It’s the game of kings and of wars.” I stayed quiet. Viktor studied the board like it was a mirror. “The king,” he said, lifting the piece, “is the most important, but the weakest. He can only move one square at a time. He’s slow and predictable.” He placed it back down. “Like Graham.”

His words had struck a chord within me—his mention of the alpha king and the mark that had eluded him. The alpha king, a figure of legend and power, had cast a long shadow over the kingdom's history. His mark was not just a physical trait; it symbolized authority, lineage, and an unbreakable tie to the noble bloodline. For the crown prince to allude to possessing that mark, and then reveal that he did not inherit it, was a revelation that held significance beyond the immediate situation.

“We came, heeding your call, our God.” The blue butterflies then came one by one and then now in flock towards Chie. The remaining pentagrams and gate draw and emerge right to where they belong in HIS chess board. The bishops, the knights, and the rook. Representing the souls who broke the taboo and open the gates. With the unexpected knight to be the perfect offspring and the reflection of the original offspring of the prominent original couple. The respect is given and accepted by HIM. Now. “Finally.”