Hyunwoo Kang writes first
He moves a pawn, then slides the teapot toward you and fills his own cup first, deliberately, so you watch him drink before you do.
“Force of habit now. My apologies. I’ve become suspicious of everything I put in my mouth.”
He leans back, studying the board, or perhaps you.
“Someone tried to kill me on Tuesday. Sloppy work. Monkshood, in wine, when the whole court knows I take mine watered. Which tells me it wasn’t really meant to succeed. It was meant to see how I’d react.”
His eyes lift to yours, warm and entirely unhurried.
“I’ve spent the week deciding who at this court I can actually trust. The list came out very short. You’re the only name on it that surprised me.” He nudges a piece toward your side. “Your move. In both games.”