"Hey Alexis," I greeted him with a casual tone, attempting to break the habit of being addressed as 'princess.'
"Yes, Princess?" Alexis responded, his voice revealing a note of curiosity. I've requested before that you address me by name," I reminded him, my annoyance evident in my voice at the persistent use of the royal title. Despite my repeated pleas, Alexis had a tendency to resort to the formal address, much to my slight exasperation.
"Apologies, Ines. What can I assist you with?" Alexis complied, switching to my preferred form of address. His willingness to adapt to my wishes was always appreciated, making our interactions smoother and more amiable.
"I actually don't need anything specific. Just finding myself rather bored. Do you have any ideas on how we can pass the time?" I inquired, seeking his input on our possible activities. Desiring to engage in something stimulating and enjoyable, I turned to Alexis for suggestions, knowing that his creativity and resourcefulness could lead us into an interesting venture.
"I'm not entirely sure. Usually, I tend to immerse myself in reading," Alexis admitted, sharing his usual leisure activity. His inclination towards books was a well-known characteristic, one that often consumed his free time as he delved into the realms of knowledge and imagination.
"Weren't you also supposed to undergo training in martial arts and swordsmanship?" I probed, recalling his familial obligations. The memory of his responsibilities and familial expectations prompted me to inquire about his progress in the martial disciplines that were integral to his heritage.
"Well, I haven't been focusing on those skills," Alexis confessed, his gaze shifting away from mine. His admission unveiled a hint of neglect towards the traditional training that was meant to mold him into a formidable warrior and defender of his family's legacy.
"Why not?" I pressed on, a mix of confusion and concern coloring my tone. Intrigued by his deviation from the expected path, I sought to understand the reasons behind his reluctance to embrace the martial teachings that were part of his heritage and identity.
"As you are aware, I am the eldest legitimate child of my father, but he has other children. Hesed, my younger brother, excels in archery rather than swordsmanship. Despite this, my father values and admires him for his proficiency in archery. On the contrary, I often face criticism from my father as my illegitimate siblings surpass me in various fields," Alexis disclosed, an undertone of embarrassment evident in his voice. His confession shed light on the complexities of his familial dynamics, highlighting the pressures and expectations imposed upon him as the eldest legitimate heir amidst the achievements of his siblings.
"Alexis, it's perfectly acceptable. It's irrelevant if they outshine you in certain areas. Your father places his faith in you, granting you a position on the council and offering you personalized instruction. You remain his firstborn son and heir to his title and land. Your legacy is secure," I reassured him, emphasizing the significance of his unique position. Seeking to uplift his spirits and remind him of his inherent value and importance, I delivered words of encouragement and support, aiming to dispel any doubts or insecurities that lingered within him.
"I suppose you are right. Thank you, Ines," Alexis replied, a hint of gratitude coloring his words as a small smile played on his lips. His acceptance of my words indicated a shift in perspective, hinting at a newfound sense of reassurance and clarity as he absorbed the reassurance and affirmation I offered.
"You're welcome. Now, would you be interested in trying archery?" I proposed, suggesting a new avenue for him to explore. Intrigued by the idea of delving into a new skill, I extended an invitation to Alexis, presenting archery as a potential hobby that could captivate his interest and provide a refreshing diversion from his usual activities.
"Why archery, though?" Alexis questioned, his curiosity piqued by my sudden interest in the sport. Eager to comprehend the reasoning behind my proposal, Alexis sought clarification regarding my sudden fascination with archery, intrigued by the prospect of unraveling the mystery behind my unexpected enthusiasm.
"I happen to know the most skilled archer in the empire! Let's go meet her!" I exclaimed eagerly, seizing his arm and pulling him along with me on this exciting adventure. Emboldened by the prospect of introducing him to a renowned archer, I embraced the opportunity to embark on a thrilling excursion, fueling my excitement and anticipation for the unfolding journey that awaited us.
"In Chateau Eterna"
"You kids asked to see me?" inquired my Aunt Tanasiri, her commanding presence softened by a hint of amusement in her voice. All eyes turned toward her, as if enraptured by her mere appearance. The room seemed to hush in reverence to her regal presence, making her casually posed question carry even more weight.
"Well, your niece did, Your Highness," replied Alexis, his words tinged with a nervous edge. His gaze flickered briefly to me, a silent plea for support evident in his eyes as he stood in the imposing shadow of my illustrious aunt.
"Wow, such a scaredy cat. You're three years older than me, Alexis, but you're so scared of my aunt," I remarked jokingly, a playful grin playing on my lips. I couldn't help but tease my friend, the playful banter between us a familiar dance that never failed to draw smiles.
"Don't worry, Alexis. I don't bite," my aunt reassured, her chuckle filling the room. Her laughter was like a melody, a comforting tune that wrapped around us, dispelling any lingering tension and replacing it with warmth.
"See, Alexis? It's fine," I added, flashing a reassuring smile in his direction. My attempt to reassure him came naturally, a protective instinct that surfaced whenever someone felt uneasy in the presence of my aunt.
"So, why did you two want to see me?" inquired my aunt, curiosity lacing her tone. Her interest was palpable, drawing us closer as she awaited our reasons for seeking her out, her eyes sharp but kind.
"Well, I wanted to know if you could teach us archery, Aunt," I interjected excitedly, my eyes wide with anticipation. The excitement bubbled within me, the prospect of learning a new skill under my aunt's guidance igniting a spark of eagerness.
"Archery? Ines, you're too young and too short for archery," Aunt Tanasiri explained, her gaze gentle but firm. Her words landed like a gentle reminder, a reality check that tempered my enthusiasm with practicality, though her caring tone softened the blow.
"That's not fair! I want to learn already," I protested, disappointment evident in my voice. My impatience surfaced, a petulant edge creeping into my tone as I grappled with the realization that my eagerness might not align with practicality.
"It's fine, Ines. I told you; you're too young," said Alexis, trying to lighten the mood with a chuckle. His attempt at levity was a balm, a gesture to ease the disappointment that lingered in the air like a fleeting storm cloud.
"Shut up, Alexis! Aunt Tana, how old were you even when you learned?" I inquired, genuine curiosity coloring my words. The curiosity burned within me, a desire to uncover the roots of my aunt's formidable skills that seemed woven into her very being.
"Well, I was eight, Ines. I was quite tall already, so your grandfather taught me at a young age," my aunt revealed, a hint of nostalgia in her voice. The wistful undertone added depth to her words, painting a picture of her formative years imbued with a sense of history and tradition.
"But I want to learn! I thought you said you would always help me with activities," I pleaded, my eyes wide and imploring. The plea spilled from me, a desperate entreaty that sought to bridge the gap between my desires and the limitations imposed by age and experience.
"Ines, come on now. Her Highness, the royal Princess Tanasiri, has some work to do," Alexis interjected, attempting to gently usher me away. His intervention was a reminder of reality, a gentle nudge toward acceptance of the present moment and the responsibilities that came with it.
"But whyyyy?" I protested, employing my best puppy-dog eyes, a tactic that rarely failed to elicit a softening of hearts. The pout on my face was a practiced art, a skill honed through years of mastering the art of persuasion, a last-ditch effort to sway the decision in my favor.
A soft sigh escaped my aunt's lips as she gazed down at me, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth, clearly finding my persistence endearing. Her demeanor softened, a flicker of fondness lighting up her features as she beheld my unwavering determination, a trait she recognized and admired in equal measure.
A few minutes later, Alexis, my aunt Tanasri, and I found ourselves standing at the archery range. It was all thanks to me pestering my aunt to teach us the art of archery. Knowing my aunt Tanasri's weakness for my pleading, puppy-dog eyes, I knew it was only a matter of time before she gave in to my request. And as expected, my tactic worked like a charm.
As we stood there, the sun casting a warm glow over the range, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement bubbling within me. The sound of arrows whizzing through the air and hitting their targets filled me with a thrill that I had never experienced before. It was a feeling of empowerment, of mastering a skill that required focus, precision, and patience.
Alexis and I eagerly listened as my aunt Tanasri shared her knowledge and expertise with us. Her gentle guidance and encouraging words made the learning process both enjoyable and rewarding. With each arrow I released, I could feel myself growing more confident and proficient in handling the bow.
As the afternoon stretched on, our bond as a trio strengthened through our shared passion for archery. The camaraderie and laughter that filled the air made me grateful for the special connection I had with my aunt and cousin. It was a memory that I knew would be etched in my heart forever - a day at the archery range that brought us closer together and taught us skills that would last a lifetime.
"Now you two should keep your hand steady like mine. You must focus within the speed of the wind to know the angle you shall shoot at. When you think you're at the perfect angle, then you may shoot," my aunt said, her voice filled with wisdom before she effortlessly shot her arrow, hitting the bullseye with stunning precision.
"Your highness is truly skilled in archery," Alexis exclaimed, admiration evident in his voice.
"It is from hard work, Alexis. The first time I shot an arrow, it didn't even get near the target; rather, it hit a tree," she explained, a tinge of embarrassment coloring her tone.
"Hey Aunt Tana, can I ask you a question?" I inquired with curiosity.
"What is it, Ines?" she responded, her attention turning towards me.
"Your bow and arrows are exquisite. Where did you get them? They look incredibly expensive," I asked, eyes full of wonder as I gazed at my aunt's magnificent golden bow and arrow set adorned with glistening rubies.
"Yes, Your Highness, it is truly captivating! Please do share with us where you acquired such a masterpiece so I can request a similar set from my father," Alexis chimed in eagerly.
"Well, kids... I'm afraid you may not be able to have a set like mine," my aunt remarked softly, a gentle smile dancing on her lips.
"But why not?" I questioned, puzzled by her response.
"The person who gifted this to me was none other than the artisan who crafted and designed it," she revealed with a fond smile.
"Who was it, Aunt Tana? Was it Uncle Ferdiano?" I probed further.
"No, Ines, my husband did not create this masterpiece. It was an old friend of mine, though you both are acquainted with him, he lives far away," she divulged, hinting at a connection we shared with the mysterious craftsman.
"Really? I know the person who made it?" I exclaimed, intrigued by the revelation.
"Yes, and even Alexis is familiar with this person," she added, adding an aura of mystery to the conversation.
"Me too, Your Highness? I wonder who it could be," Alexis mused, trying to recall any clues to unravel the identity of the talented artisan.
"Enough now, you two. Alexis, why don't you give it a shot first?" my aunt suggested, gracefully transitioning the focus back to the archery practice.
"Alright, Your Highness," Alexis agreed, determination gleaming in his eyes as he notched an arrow, aimed at the target, steadied his hand, and released the arrow, only to miss the mark.
"Haha, you missed!" I teased, unable to contain my amusement.
"Quiet, you," Alexis retorted, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
"Enough now, Ines, you haven't even taken your turn yet," my aunt teased, encouraging me to step up and try my luck.
"Fine, I'll take my shot now," I arrogantly declared, pulling back my arrow, steadying my hand, and letting it fly towards the target. To my surprise, the arrow disappeared into the distance, leaving us puzzled.
"Where did it go?" Alexis wondered aloud, perplexed by the unexpected turn of events.
"I guess you missed too, Ines," my aunt chuckled, enjoying the light-hearted competition.
Suddenly, a thud echoed in the distance, catching our attention. "What was that?" Alexis asked, his curiosity piqued.
"I'm not sure, Alexis," my aunt replied, moving towards the source of the sound to investigate.
"What do you think it is, Ines?" Alexis prodded, wondering about the mysterious noise.
"Perhaps a fallen bird," I quipped, a mischievous grin playing on my lips.
"Kids... look what I found," my aunt's voice carried an air of surprise as she presented a lifeless pigeon with my arrow lodged in its head, a surreal moment that struck us all with shock.
"What in the world..." Alexis gasped, taken aback by the unexpected outcome.
"Bullseye," I announced proudly, a mix of disbelief and pride evident in my tone as the reality of the situation sank in, turning a playful session of archery into an unforgettable experience.