Archer, sat in his grand chamber, staring out the window at the kingdom below. His mind was filled with anticipation and a hint of mischief as he thought about the upcoming visit to Sinsk.
Archer's gaze shifted to the window as a pigeon tapped against the glass, its wings fluttering with urgency. Tied to its leg was a small roll of parchment—a letter.
Intrigued, Archer approached the window and carefully untied the rolled parchment from the pigeon's leg. He unfurled the letter and began to read, his lips curled in a smirk as he recognized the familiar handwriting.
"My dearest, arrogant, and oh-so-annoying Archer,
I must say, I'm touched that you've decided to finally leave your throne of arrogance and take a trip to Sinsk. It's been so peaceful without your endless stream of insufferable banter. Please do me a favor and refrain from calling me 'Ari' and 'darling'—
As for missing you...well, I'll admit I've missed having someone to roll my eyes at. But don't get too flattered—I'm just looking forward to putting you in your place once again.
Unsincerely yours
Aria."
Archer chuckled as he read the letter, a smirk playing at his lips. "Oh, how I've missed that sharp tongue of yours," he muttered to himself, shaking his head in amusement.
Eager to respond to her sarcasm, Archer settled down with a quill and paper and began drafting his retort. The words seemed to flow easily, the sarcastic quips and playful jabs he knew would rile her up filling the page. He took his time, ensuring that each word conveyed just the right tone of mockery and flirtation.
After rolling up his response, Archer attached it to the pigeon's leg and sent the bird on its way. The journey from Ahimsa to Sinsk was a short one, and within fifteen minutes, the pigeon arrived at the castle, delivering the missive to the intended recipient.
Aria, was in her chamber when a familiar pigeon arrived at her window with another letter attached to its leg. With a mix of anticipation and annoyance, she untied the letter and unfurled the parchment.
🔸🔸🔸🔶🔸🔸🔸🔶🔸🔸🔸🔶🔸🔸🔸
"My dearest, defiant, and ever-annoying Princess
How delightful it is to receive your less-than-gracious reply. It warms my heart to know that I still occupy a place in your...thoughts. And thank you for the kind words — 'arrogant,' 'annoying,' and 'insufferable' are among my favorite compliments.
But don't worry, I won't take it personally that you haven't missed me. I'm sure being without my charming presence has been quite... bearable.
Your favorite enemy, Archer"
Archer"
Aria couldn't help but shake her head in frustration and laughter. Archer's response was as predictable as it was annoying, yet somehow, it still managed to get under her skin.
How did he always find a way to push her buttons and make her both irritated and entertained at the same time?
Aria settled down at her desk, quill in hand. Her mind raced with a mix of irritation and anticipation as she crafted her response to Archer.
Each word was chosen with care, intended to match his level of sarcasm and challenge his arrogance. She smirked as she wrote, imagining the expression on his face when he read her letter.
Finished with crafting her response, Aria rolled up the parchment and sealed it with a flourish. She attached it to the leg of a nearby pigeon, gave it a message, and released it, watching as it soared out the window on its mission to Ahimsa.
The pigeon traveled swiftly towards Ahimsa, carrying Aria's latest message for Archer. It navigated the distance between the two kingdoms, its small wings flapping with determination.
Within fifteen minutes, the bird reached Archer's window, tapping its beak against the glass to gain his attention.
Archer, who had been engaged in a book, looked up at the sound of the pigeon's tapping. He had been awaiting a reply from Aria, and the anticipation had been growing as the minutes passed.
With a smirk, he stood up and reached for the letter tied to the pigeon's leg.Unrolling the parchment, Archer scanned the words written on it, his smirk deepening as he read.
My insufferable enemy,
Your letter has managed to both irritate and amuse me in equal parts. Your sarcastic wit and charm, as annoying as usual, have somehow piqued my interest. But don't get too comfortable; your arrogance is still as insufferable as ever.
Looking forward to our continued battle of words,
Your favorite pain in the arse, Aria"
Archer couldn't help but chuckle as he read her response. Even in her written words, she managed to convey both irritation and charm. He could almost hear her voice as he read the letter, the way her insults dripped with sarcasm. It was their strange dance, a delicate balance between annoyance and attraction.
Archer let out a breath as he finished reading her letter, a mix of emotions playing across his face. He tossed the parchment onto his bedside table and flopped back onto the bed.
The conversation with Aria had been as frustrating as ever, and yet, he couldn't deny the way it made his heart race.
Lost in thought, Archer picked up the same book he had been reading earlier. He attempted to focus on the words on the page, but his mind kept wandering back to the exchange of letters with Aria.
Her sharp wit and defiant responses had a way of consuming his attention, no matter how he tried to distract himself.
Archer clenched his jaw, his fingers gripping the edges of the book tightly. He hated the way she infiltrated his thoughts, how she always seemed to be there, lurking in the back of his mind.
He'd never admit it out loud, but the truth was, she drove him crazy, both in irritation and attraction. Damn it, he could never quite shake her from his thoughts, no matter how much he tried.
No matter how he tried to distract himself with reading or other tasks, he couldn't shake the memory of her face, that arrogant smirk, those defiant eyes, the way her hair would toss when she was angry.
It drove him mad, and yet, he couldn't get enough. Damn her, damn her for being so infuriatingly attractive.