Trapped in the Beastworld Breeder System (BL)-Chapter 53: A worst ally

The scene shifted to a brightly lit room inside one of the palace quarters. This particular space served as the visiting area of the quarter, refined and elegant in design.

At the center stood a polished table, and seated opposite each other were two figures deeply engaged in a game of chess. The board between them was laid out perfectly, black and white pieces arranged in disciplined order, and two pairs of hands moved in turn, each shifting a piece with calculated intent.

One pair of hands was fair—so pale that one would think their owner never stepped beneath the sun. The fingers were slender and delicate, graceful in every movement. The other pair was unmistakably masculine: tanned, muscular, and bearing the faint signs of combat and training, veins subtly visible beneath the skin.

The fair hand moved first, sliding a white chess piece forward with practiced precision. In a single, elegant motion, she placed the black king in danger.

A soft snicker of laughter escaped her lips as she leaned back slightly and said,

"Well, I wonder how you intend to save your king from this position without losing far too much, my prince."

The prince in question smiled calmly in response. He rested one hand against his chin while the other remained relaxed on his lap.

"Well, Consort Kiria," he replied smoothly, "you leave me thinking that your words carry layers far deeper than a simple game. Words that might even imply treason, don’t you think?"

"Well, Prince Kenzie," she responded, lifting her gaze to meet that of the prince who looked strikingly similar to the king himself, "what would make you throw such an accusation at me? Do you truly believe I would suddenly wish His Majesty dead simply because he offended me once?"

"An offense that cost you your face," Kenzie replied evenly, his fingers moving deftly across the board as he maneuvered a piece and narrowly saved his king. "A face you cherish far too much to see disgraced."

As Kenzie completed his move, the door to the room opened quietly. A maid entered, bowing deeply to both figures before stepping closer to Consort Kiria. She leaned in, lowering her voice so only Kiria could hear her whisper.

"My lady... he has awakened."

Those words did not escape Kenzie’s sharp wolf ears. His eyes lit up instantly, a glimmer of excitement flashing within them, and his fingers stilled over the chessboard, suddenly far more interested in matters beyond the game.

Lady Kiria dismissed the maid with a subtle gesture once the message had been delivered. When the maid exited, Kiria’s attention returned calmly to Kenzie and the chessboard between them. Slowly, deliberately, she picked up one of her pieces and advanced it into Kenzie’s territory, sacrificing another piece in the process to corner his king once more.

She smiled at him.

Kenzie returned the smile before commenting, "What a bold move."

A smirk appeared on his lips as he added, "I finally understand what you meant earlier about not targeting the king directly. The king is not an easy target as he’s too powerful, too protected. With your limited reach, it makes sense that you would aim for the lesser threat instead."

Then he asked casually, though his eyes gleamed with interest, "The maid said he’s awake, didn’t she?"

Kenzie pressed further, but Lady Kiria said nothing. Instead, she waited patiently while he maneuvered his pieces once again, attempting to save his king. When he finally finished, she moved her piece forward one last time and said softly,

"Checkmate."

Kenzie leaned back fully in his chair, letting out a quiet breath.

"Well," he admitted, "you are good. I’ll give you that. Court ladies truly do know how to weave their schemes."

"Would you put me on trial for a simple game?" Kenzie asked calmly.

She leaned back as well, lifting a glass of juice from the table and taking a slow sip before continuing, "Well, Prince Kenzie, may I ask what exactly you are accusing me of now? First treason, now scheming. Has the king truly bruised my pride so badly?"

Her tone was gentle, almost meek—convincing enough to fool most. But Kenzie was not most people.

He burst into a brief laugh, clearly amused.

"I must admit," he said, "you are entertaining, Lady Kiria."

Then his expression shifted, turning more serious. "But do not see me as a threat. I understand your intention to target him, since Father would be far more difficult. And I am willing to assist you."

Hearing this, Kiria sighed inwardly, maintaining her composed expression.

"And how am I to know you aren’t simply trying to catch me in the act?" she asked cautiously. "How do I know you aren’t loyal to the king, merely baiting me into revealing my intentions so I can be disposed of?"

"Because I lack the patience for such games," Kenzie replied coolly, "and I have little interest in court drama unless it benefits me."

"Hm..." Kiria murmured.

Kenxie leaned forward slightly.

"And in case you’re unaware," he added, "I despise my second brother. I intend to ruin him."

He settled more comfortably into his chair.

"And if I gain an ally in the process, I see no reason to refuse."

Kiria slowly swirled the juice in her glass, studying Kenzie carefully. One thing troubled her deeply.

"Why are you so calm saying all this to me?" she asked. "I’m being cautious with every word, yet you’re laying everything bare."

A smile curved Kenxie’s lips. "Because I know you’re clever and angry. That makes you suitable. Our goals align. And if they didn’t..." His eyes darkened briefly. "I could silence you."

Kiria watched him intently. Rumors about the third prince flooded her thoughts—his cruelty, his calculation, his unpredictable nature. He was said to be both sadistic and, paradoxically, one of the king’s favored sons.

She knew better than to offend him.

"So," Kenzie asked, "what do you say?"

Kiria straightened. "I am merely a wronged consort seeking amusement and justice. If the third prince wishes to assist me so eagerly, I will not refuse."

"Eagerly assist you?" Kenzie repeated with a chuckle. "If you prefer that wording, I won’t object."

He lifted his glass. "To alliance," he said. "To partnership."

Kiria smiled softly, clinking her glass against his before taking a sip.

Then Kenzie asked, his tone light but dangerous, "Now then... your maid said he has awakened. What is your plan?"

"I’ve prepared for this moment carefully," Kiria replied. "I was only waiting for him to open his eyes. Now that he has, everything can begin."

Kenzie’s smile widened.

"Good. I can’t wait to hear it."

Unbeknownst to Kiria, she had just entered the most disastrous partnership of her life. For Kenzie sought not only revenge, but amusement, and he had no qualms about sacrificing even his so-called allies along the way.

In simple terms, Kenzie was the worst kind of ally to have.