The letter rested beside a warming glass of brandy. It was a rich quality paper with an unusual pattern of creases where it had objected to being folded – being treated like any common piece of paper was below it.

Axel looked at the board, analysing the pieces and smiling to himself. The light from the fire warmed the sleeve of his housecoat as it hung from his outstretched hand while he moved the knight.

Axel took the opportunity to appreciate the board with a bird’s eye view.

Reaching for pen and paper Axel sipped the brandy while considering his reply.