Chapter 4 — Reflections of Power

Ream

The soft amber glow of the study’s desk lamp fell over the antique chessboard, its polished mahogany surface gleaming like a pool of secrets. The etched ivory and ebony pieces stood poised mid-game, caught in a silent war. Ream’s fingers hovered over the black queen, its elegant curves and sharp edges catching the light. The faint scent of aged whiskey lingered, mingling with the leather and wood polish of the room, grounding him in the present even as his father’s voice echoed in his mind. *“The board reflects the world, Ream. Every move has a consequence. Every piece must play its role—or fall.”*