"What does the pawn desire? Does it seek promotion? Mere survival? Or perhaps a desire to overturn the board and disrupt the game? Regards, C."
Ingrid crumpled the paper containing the mysterious message and ripped it into tiny shreds. The words written on the paper echoed in her mind, raising more questions than answers.
"What does the pawn desire?" Ingrid murmured as she looked at the torn pieces of paper in her hand. "I suppose C stands for Caym. How could he have sent this in broad daylight, suggesting overturning the board and all? Does he want both of us to be arrested for treason?"
Ingrid decided to keep the torn bits hidden within the confines of her palm. She glanced around the room and saw the white pigeon was still there.
"Thank you for bringing the message," Ingrid said, addressing the pigeon as she headed to open the balcony door. However, the pigeon remained perched on her table.