"Check."
Though furious, she moved her king to a green square.
He then repositioned his knight.
She looked at her opponent, and it appeared that he was now targeting her queen--her strongest piece and the only one left of her officials. If he managed to take it, she'll be left with mere pawns--apparently not that much of a force to win with. On the other hand, her opponent still had both of his rooks, his queen and one of his knights; the bishops were the only ones she could overpower. Chess, to her, wasn't just a board game anymore-especially at that point-- it turned out to be a battlefield--a pivotal match against her father.
"Checkmate," her father cheekily announced as he leaned to the backrest of the rattan chair he's sitting on. "Neoma hija. When will you ever win against me?
