[ She sees zero ways outta that. One way lies the rook, and the other way lies the knight. Her goose is cooked. She moves a pawn as a formality. ]
You're merciless, Callie. Take a moment to ponder the soul-suckin' life of a king locked in a loveless, politically-driven marriage. The queen will use his death as an opening to take over, not shedding even a single tear over the loss of her bedfellow. And the king will wander his castle as a ghost, body rotting in his grave but spirit unable to let go of the unsatisfying life he once led.