Her heart sank slightly, not at his good-natured counter to her argument but at his suggestion of her being queen. She had been hoping for a rook, if anything, and was quite contented to be a lowly pawn. It would be less to do: the queen had far too much power on a board.
“Well...” She demurred, allowing herself to dither for just a moment longer. But she could hardly protest and make him wear the crown, for Rommy doubted suggesting to any self-respecting gentleman that he be the lady on the board would go down particularly well, and she had no intention of insulting anyone. So - suppressing a sigh at what she was getting herself into - Rosamund forced another smile, and selected the queen’s wooden crown marker with a defeated look.
“Well, at least you won’t be far when I prove you perfectly wrong,” she remarked, shaking her head, quietly playful in return as the teams began to take their places on the squares. “Though I’m glad I shan’t have to be the first to move,” she admitted to him, her eyes quietly mischievous. “I haven’t duelled anyone in a while.”
“Well...” She demurred, allowing herself to dither for just a moment longer. But she could hardly protest and make him wear the crown, for Rommy doubted suggesting to any self-respecting gentleman that he be the lady on the board would go down particularly well, and she had no intention of insulting anyone. So - suppressing a sigh at what she was getting herself into - Rosamund forced another smile, and selected the queen’s wooden crown marker with a defeated look.
“Well, at least you won’t be far when I prove you perfectly wrong,” she remarked, shaking her head, quietly playful in return as the teams began to take their places on the squares. “Though I’m glad I shan’t have to be the first to move,” she admitted to him, her eyes quietly mischievous. “I haven’t duelled anyone in a while.”
