Kings.

His knight stands tall. His pawn moves forward cautious with every step taken, he thought he knew the pieces he was dealing with.

For years and years the bishop said never forget all the lives at hand. Only a noble King will do his best to leave them spared. Lies.

Knights, Bishops, Rooks, pawns, move strategically in unified motion on the game-board fighting for his survival. It is the Queen who is the strongest- Such Irony- who is able to protect the king and his allies. And as the battle go, one by one they begin to fall. When the queen collapses, it gets worse.

Two Knights is all he has. Several pawns. The loss of his knight and rooks render him defenseless.

The King moves a step at a time every time he is checked. With every such restricted mobility, comes a violent spectacle of another life slayed.

The King continues to live. What mistake can he make?

If Kings were truly noble, there will be no reason to carry on. Kings hide behind a facade of blue blood and expensive frocks. Inside he is weak, defenseless and inferior. Without his Queen and his allies, he is nothing more than human.

When all is gone, blame this king. A kingdom lost. An entire nation under siege. Too late.

Checkmate.