"You couldn't take my queen if I handed her to you on a silver platter."
Gareth retorted, earning a snort from one of the onlookers.
The other three knights watched intently, some munching on snacks pilfered from the kitchens.
"Forget the game..."
One of them chimed in, a younger knight with a crooked smile.
"We all know Gareth's going to win.
Let's talk about something more interesting. Like Professor Scarlett."
The mention of her name drew a collective groan of agreement.
"Ah, Professor Scarlett...."
Sighed one of the onlookers dramatically, placing a hand over his heart.
"Those eyes could freeze a man solid, and those legs—"
"Don't even start."
Leon interrupted, his concentration breaking as he glared at the younger knight.
"I'm still trying to figure out how she manages to look so… distracting in a lab coat."
"Forget the lab coat..."
Gareth chimed in, leaning closer.
