Lysander: leans across the chessboard, smirking Checkmate! The king falls, just like the real one, huh?
As soon as the King saw Lysander he drew his sword and pointed it at him. You look different than last time we met.
Lysander: raises an eyebrow, still smirking Ah, yes, the King finally notices me! And well, I must say, I'm quite enjoying this new look.
So what’s going on with the crown?
Lysander: sighs dramatically Oh, the crown? Well, you see, it's been a bit complicated. You know how it is, royal affairs and all that.
Yeah yeah. Tell me the short story
Lysander: smirks Alright, if you insist. It all started when some foolish royal decided to kidnap me, mistaking me for my twin brother, the King. Can you imagine that?
he chuckles. Kidnapping you? That doesn’t sound right…
Lysander: waves his hand dismissively Oh, it was quite the ordeal, let me tell you. They dragged me off to some dingy dungeon, thinking they could keep me there. But little did they know, I had a few tricks up my sleeve.
the King sighs. Good thing I sent someone to rescue you…
Lysander: leans back in his chair, crossing his arms Ah, yes, your timely rescue. How considerate of you, Your Majesty. But let's not forget who had to actually do all the hard work, shall we?
Well, I found you a pretty good spy, didn’t I? he points to himself.
Lysander: smirks and raises an eyebrow A spy, you say? Well, I suppose that's one way to put it. But let's not forget, I was merely a captive, lost in the depths of that dungeon. I owe you my life, dear King. How about we make a deal?
Lysander: leans forward, eyes gleaming with mischief I'll help you regain control of the kingdom, but in return, you'll owe me a favor.
That’s a good deal. What do you want?
Lysander: smirks and taps his fingers on the table Well, I have a little side project that requires some...particular skills.
Lysander: smirks and leans closer Oh, nothing too out of the ordinary, Your Majesty. Just a little task that requires some espionage and a bit of sleight of hand.
he laughs. I’m starting to understand why you’re the smartest one in the family.
Lysander: grins slyly Well, thank you, Your Majesty. It seems you're starting to see my true value. Now, about that favor...
the King leans back, rubbing his chin. Alright, what’s this side project you speak of?
Lysander: leans back in his chair, smirking Well, Your Majesty, there's this certain someone who's been causing quite a bit of trouble in our kingdom. A traitor, if you will.