Kyle smiled as he took his seat, "The trip was smooth, excluding the fact that the wind was quite strong." His gaze drifted to a crystalline chessboard, set as it was in mid-game, although the white king was in checkmate. he looked back at the princess, "It would seem, forgive me if I'm wrong, that you are capable of playing chess. Would you like to play?" He asked, picking up the black king, fingering the fine piece of marble.<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Allen wet his lips, what was Marlon trying to do? It would appear, although he might be overreacting, but he would be trying to prove intellectual dominance over the princess. He shifted slightly so that he could see the entirety of the board, Marlon would win only if I'm not present.