(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

As I played, I came to realize that I'd done so before. Varies ploys and
strategies came to mind that have won me previous games, and I found
myself trying every trick I knew to beat her. Suddenly, a strange feeling
came over me... another memory, trying to surface...
~~~~~
A smoke-filled field of battle lays sprawled out before me. Atop a great hill
overlooking the fighting I sit, mounted upon a massive, four-legged beast.
The braying of horns carries my orders to the troops below.
Even as I watch, my forces divide, fleeing left and right as the foreign army
fights its way up the hill to slay the enemy lord - me.
"The fools," I murmur to myself, lips curling into a wicked smile. Soon my
knights shall charge down the hillside and stop their advance in an instant...
and at that very moment my 'retreating' footmen will fall in to crush their
flanks! Ah, yet another victory soon to be mine...
~~~~~
I suddenly realized Dolora was watching me intently. "Are you feeling well?
We might take up the game another day, if you so wish..."
"No..." I cleared my throat and shook off the last vestiges of the memory,
already gone from me like smoke at my fingertips, "let's continue the
game..."
Dolora played excellently, counter-acting all but my most crafty moves, but
eventually my feints and calculating maneuvers won over her well-crafted
strategies. She nodded approvingly as she began to put the game away.
"You are a fine player, perhaps a master. I commend you for your skill."
"Just a fluke, I guess." I thanked her and moved on to the next room.
~~~~~
"You useless half-wit! Stoneless eunuch!" I stepped back at the snarl that
filtered half-muted through the door.
"Y-yes mistress!"
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