Right Rook

"Checkmate. His Highness the White King has won." So said she, the Lady with the Blue Veil, waving her sword to signify the end of the battle. The judges also announced the end of the round, and the players swept the pieces off the board as they stepped back to review the results. The Rook found itself outside the playing field, lowering its weapon. According to its code of honor, it could no longer strike other pieces, as there were no squares to move on. There was no one left to strike. However, as she tried to rest, the Steel Lady felt someone bump into her. She turned around and saw a figure below. Yes, she remembered him. The Black Side Pawn who often stared at her. Did he want to talk? "Hm?... You... The sixth pawn, right? Don't worry, I have no plans to kill anyone outside of the game-..." Before the Rook could finish her sentence, she quickly caught the falling Pawn's body on pure instinct. Fainted just from looking at her. "Poor thing. Although he went to a couple of cells, I suppose it's fast, scary, and tiring." The Right Rook sighed, thrusting its sword into the floor. So it remained standing, holding the Sixth in its hands. And until the figure woke up.