He was not a king; just a patriarch of a large family. But everyone called him a king. He liked it.
He moved a pawn and murmured, “Never treat anyone like a pawn. Treat them like knights, bishops…..”
“Why?” the son had always felt that the king treated him like a pawn.
The king looked at a pawn that was about to turn into a queen and brooded for a long time. He was mortally scared of losing. He raised an eyebrow, almost imperceptibly. A man hidden in the shadows nodded, silently.
“You never know when a pawn would become a threat……”
Word count 103
A post for Friday Fictioneers.