Chapter

When I opened it, a sense of nostalgia washed over me and my heart beated rapidly in my chest once again. Four simple, dreadful words were written by hand. "Hand me your Queen." It was written rashly in all caps with a thick dark pen. The words were smudged, but you can still read what it says. It was scribbled in a nice penmanship that clearly came from a man. I felt like I've seen this kind of handwriting many times before. It was all too familiar, but when did I ever saw it? "This came from the rogues?" I asked, not tearing my eyes off the paper. "Yes. Don't think much about the threat, your majesty. This clearly came from a crazy, stupid person. There's no way that we will hand you to them, whatever the circumstances are," he paused. "We've grown strong through the years. We are very much prepared for their plans and next move. They can't surprise us anymore, we had anticipated their moves." "Tell me more about them," I demanded. "The rogues that attacked the kingdom eighteen years