A double-crack alternate universe in which Leo gets an army and then takes over the northwest.
Black Knight and White Queen from the 9th and White Knight from the 10th and
Red Queen from the 11th, which read first, because Au.
Title from – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Domination_(chess)
She watched the gears turn in his mind. She wondered how much self-control he actually applied to his wings, and how much of that was failing because they hadn’t fully healed his wings.
It hadn’t been her kindest decision, but she wanted him off-balance, because she was about to knock his feet out from under him. Cya didn’t believe in fighting fair when she had a chance to build an advantage.
Right now, his wings were twitching, the tips of them moving as he considered folding them closer to his back and considered opening them. She thought it might be distracting him.
“Twelve.” His voice was harsh, but he was smirking, albeit tiredly. “But I want terms.”
“My Mentor raised me well.” She passed though the meal slot a single piece of paper. There weren’t many items on it; she had the upper hand, after all.
He raised his eyebrows at her. “There’s already a clause about not attacking Addergoole.”
“I’m not stupid. You wouldn’t sign away your freedom if you thought you were putting Regine and VanderLinden at risk. Besides, while it would be a lie to say I have no quarrel with Addergoole… my grandkids are there. I have no desire to have a battle with Addergoole.”
He read the paper twice. “I should ask for a lawyer,” he muttered.
“I could call for a cy’Law, if you want. We have a few.”
She was laughing at him, and he knew it. Strangely, he smirked back at her.
“Wouldn’t help. All right. Twelve years, under these terms. Then what?”
“You do what you want with your life, having promised not to attack me, Leo, Boom, or Cloverleaf.” The answers were easy. She was on familiar ground, here.
“You sound like you think I’ll want to?” He was tired, and his words were slurring. But he kept trying.
She sighed at him in exasperation that was more affectionate than she meant it to be. “I sound like the woman who has plans to make plans. I cover my bases, sa’Hunting Hawk.”
“You deserve it, even when I’m furious with you.”
“Because I beat up Leo.”
“Because you escalated a situation before I was prepared to properly deal with it. And because you beat Leo into a pulp.”
“He wouldn’t stay down.” His wings spread, and he hardly winced. They weren’t unfolding all the way, though. She’d have to make sure that was treated before it healed wrong.
She quirked her eyebrows at him. “Stay down, sa’Hunting Hawk. Twelve years.”
He took a breath, sighed, and bowed his head. “From now until this day twelve years from now, I Belong to you, … sa’Red Doomsday. You will shall become mine, and what I have shall come from you.”
It had been easier than she feared. “From this day and for twelve years, you Belong to me, Luca Hunting-Hawk. My Name shall encompass you and my will and hand protect you. You are mine.”
He took a breath. “Yours.”
She stood up and moved to the door, unlocking it. “Come here. Get out of there before it scrambles your brains.”
It took him a moment to move, startled, perhaps, by her tone, or maybe just exhausted. He had been dazed and out of it since Regine had released him; that would take some digging. While he moved, she rattled off her standard orders: no attacking her, no attempting to run away, no trying to use magic or coercion to free himself… “If you attack Leo again in anything other than a sparring situation, I am going to make you regret the day you were born and every choice that lead to your presence here before me. Do you understand?”
He didn’t flinch, but she could see in his eyes that she’d startled him. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Come on. You need some fresh air, you need a change of clothes, and you need a Healer.” She walked briskly to the stairs, knowing he would follow her. “I’m going to give you a couple days to recover, and then I’m sending you to Leo, to be his aide.”
She heard his footstep falter behind her. She didn’t slow or turn around. “His…” his voice was even more hoarse now. “You really are pissed at me, aren’t you?”
“If you think I’m pissed at you, Luca, you might imagine how angry I am at Leo.” She softened her voice, just a little. “But this isn’t a punishment, not for either of you. I think he could use your expertise. And, if he turns out not to want it… I have a school full of children who need combat training.”
Now, she turned, and touched Luke’s cheek. “I’m going to keep you busy, very busy, for the next twelve years.” She smiled gently at him. “I think you’ll like it.”
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