"Ah, you won again," I said as the god of order toppled the chess piece in front of me. I leaned my head on my hand as I observed the reflection of the full moon in the lake. Silver leaves were fluttering down around us. It's all very beautiful.
I had demanded we conducted the chess games under the trees. For three thousand years, I had never sat below the silver leaved trees. I had always stayed in my lake, silently observing my warden under the trees. For once, I wanted to try sitting in the same spot as the god of order, try looking at things from his spot.
"This is really the perfect spot for keeping guard on me," I chuckled.
The god of order tapped his fingers on the table in front of us, with faint lines between his brows.
"Lorelei, let's go and watch snow," he finally suggested gently. He must have realized by now. The gods were closing in on us.
