Julian stepped out from behind a nearby hedge, his bow still raised, a triumphant smirk playing on his lips. "How was that for timing?" he asked, lowering the bow and striding toward Amarok.
Amarok blinked at him, exhaling slowly. "Impressive," he admitted, though his tone was laced with mild annoyance..
Julian grinned, clearly fishing for more praise. "Come on, you can do better than that. A kiss for my good aim, maybe?"
Amarok rolled his eyes, though a faint smile tugged at his lips. "Lucian would've hit it faster," he teased, turning back toward the palace.
Julian gasped dramatically, clutching his chest as if wounded. "That's not fair! At least Lucian would've praised me properly."
Amarok only chuckled, shaking his head. He began walking away, leaving Julian trailing after him with a playful scowl.
"You can't just walk off after insulting me like that," Julian called, jogging to catch up. "I demand retribution! A proper apology!"
