C Support
C: Lord Algimas.
A: Gah! ... Even on the battlefield you still playing your game?
C: Game? Whatever do you mean?
A: Oh no, don’t you go feigning ignorance here, Your Majesty. You know very well what you’re doing.
C: Perhaps it is less of a game and more of a hello just for you, General.
A: Great, so we go from you spooking me out to me being your plaything? How do you manage to sneak up on me so easily, anyway?
C: I suppose that is for me to know and for you to find out, Lord Algimas.
A:… You’re making this into another game, aren’t you?
C: It wouldn’t be one if the other player wasn’t willing, my dear friend.
A: Well, I- wait, what was that just now?
C: We will play a new game since you are so interested. When we are in private, we shall drop the pleasantries we have been sharing till now.
A: Are you sure that’s all right? I mean, it wouldn’t be out of line considering where we are on the ladder-
C: Ha, I wouldn’t mind that. I would imagine we are more than just liege and lord after all. Until next time, my good fellow.
[Clara leaves]
A: … What did I get myself into this time?


B Support
Clara: So, my dear friend Algimas. How treats you this battle?
Algimas: Looks like it’s going okay, I think.
Clara: Oh, come now. You look like you can put a little more feeling into a response than that.
Algimas: With all due respect, Your Majesty-
Clara: Your good friend Clara, you mean.
Algimas: Hrm, my... good friend Clara, right. Anyway, don’t you think this whole game we’re playing seems, I don’t know, unbecoming of our statuses?
Clara: Ha, I never knew you were such a stickler when it came to class.
Algimas: It’s less that I have qualms with talking to nobility than it is I’m trying to shoot the breeze with my queen of all people.
Clara: My goodness, Algimas. If you have been that uncomfortable around me, you should have just said so.
Algimas: Well, I don’t have a problem with you personally, Your Ma... Clara. It’s just a little strange trying to toe around a conversation with you without overstepping my bounds.
Clara: Is that so? Well, how about this then? To wave this supposed boundary away, perhaps you and I should try “toeing around” a little more literally.
Algimas: Like... dancing or something? I mean, that’s fine with me, but-
Clara: But what, exactly? Afraid you’ll come off as ridiculous? You seem like a worldly person, and I doubt you have two left feet in those boots of yours.
Algimas: ... Fine, you win. Just go easy on me, will you?
Clara: You should know that easy’s not in my vocabulary, Algimas.


A Support
A: …
C: …
A: …..
C: ...  Algimas.
A: Clara,  I can explain.
C: On how you’re so poor at dancing, Sir Algimas? Or for the bruises that are on my feet?
A: Hey, I warned you, didn’t I?
C: You only said that it had been a while since you danced, not that you were as blind as a newborn babe.
A: Folk dances I can do, but ballroom’s a whole different kind of beast.
C: Although your feet were lacking, your hands were seemingly more experienced... Perhaps a bit too enthusiastic, Algimas.
A: Says you. I think I have some marks left from how tightly you were gripping my arm!
C: Merely preventing myself from falling down. But not to worry, Algimas. Eventually I will make you the envy of the ballroom.
Algimas: The envy of the... Clara, please. I struggled to dance with you in private. Waltzing out in public sounds like it’d just about be the death of me.
Clara:  You truly know how to trample a lady’s feelings, Algimas. From how you put it, you were somehow killing yourself by stepping on my feet.
Algimas: My apparent clumsiness aside, I still don’t know how to treat... us, you know?
Clara: Again with this morbid talk? It’s clear you have no ill intent, but what is it you vex yourself over?
Algimas: Well honestly, I... I can’t think of any other way to describe this without looking like an utter fool…. But I want this “game” of ours to become the real deal.
Clara: Is... is that so? Ha, surely you... That is, for you to say that... Ha, I must be as red as a beet right now... W-well, perhaps that’s why you kept treading on me that night?
Algimas: That sounds like a very convenient way to pardon myself, doesn’t it?
Clara: ... Really. What nerve you have, playing with my heart for a petty jape.
Algimas: Wait, no no! I didn’t mean it like that, I only meant to-
Clara: ... Pffft, hahaha! Algimas, you are easy to tug by the ear, aren’t you?
Algimas: ...I just can’t win, can I?