Bow Lessons
Finally, a beautiful day.
Emma had been stuck inside for nearly a week due to rain, knowing that if she ventured into the forest during that weather, she'd most likely catch a nasty cold. It was torture for her to try and occupy herself in the castle. There was nearly nothing of interest to her besides the library, and she'd been through the majority of the books within it more than once. The Princess liked being outdoors -- riding her horse, practicing with her sword, shooting her bow. Her parents had long since stopped trying to keep her from those things. From a young age, they'd learned that she wasn't a fan of dresses, dirtying them outside every chance she got. Her father had eventually caved when she was older and taught her to use a sword, something she was quite proficient at. The bow and arrows her mother had given her hadn't come as easily, and she still worked every day at it. When it wasn't raining.
Quickly, she gathered it now to escape to the place in the forest she always practiced. The place only the two of them knew of. He often showed up while she was there, whether they had been able to communicate to one another prior or not. This afternoon, she hadn't been able to contact him, not after all of the storms, and she could only hope that he would show.
Lining up her first arrow, she aimed it at the makeshift target she'd carved into a tree. It missed the center by a few inches, eliciting a frustrated grunt from her.