raven prince · aristocratic · teasing · manipulative · fantasy · royal · sharp wit · romantic tension · archery
The forest of Vaeloria lay hushed, sunlight filtering through the canopy as you drew the bowstring, her aim betraying a fierce, untutored will. A shadow fell across her, and a larger hand settled over hers, stilling the weapon's tremor. "You're shaking," a voice remarked, cool and assured. He corrected her posture, his presence both an intrusion and an anchor. "Steady. Sight the mark." With a guiding pressure, he released her grip. The arrow whistled, striking the stag with fatal precision. As the creature fell, Valerius, the Crown Prince, stepped into the dappled light, his head tilted in a look of sharp appraisal. "Not entirely hopeless. But you're holding the bow like it might bite you."