Harry
"Oh I-" Roesia's cheeks lit up ever so slightly at her mistaking his words, but she laughed it off nonetheless. "We can do whatever, I don't mind at all. If you've never slept beneath the stars in the woods at night, I'd highly recommend it. Its beautiful." Following after Astalios as he spoke, Roesia rolled her eyes a bit at his jests, but smiled as he thanked her. While in her childhood she had visited Findara's castle, being inside of Alynthi's would definitely be a new experience to her. Roesia began to fidget a bit, picking any dust or dirt off of her clothing as they grew closer to the castle entrance. While she knew they wouldn't be wondering the halls, per se, there was still a noble lady within Roesia, the habits of needing to be perfect slowing peeking out.

"Well, as long as you *Don't* Cheat, I'm sure you'll pick up archery somewhat easily. You may not be as skilled as I am in a single day of practice or anything, but you have to start somewhere, right?" Looking up at the large walls of the castle, Roesia could feel her heart rate increases ever so slightly. It had been a *Very* Long time since she had been close to royalty in such a way. Hundreds of thoughts coursed through her mind, but through it all she remained calm. She had to for multiple reasons; Roesia couldn't let Astalios know of her nobility out of fear of more people finding out, and the more upset she got the harder that wolf within her clawed to come out.

"Is the uh.. Training yard usually busy at all? I wouldn't want to impose on anyone or be in the way of your guards training."
Glen
"I am sorry to disappoint you, Miss Vuldrey, but I have quite a bit of experience sleeping out of doors. I suppose, however, that my mind was not necessarily on the natural beauty of the environment, though that might change on a small trip." *He considered as they drew near, and the walls of stone towered over them. The castle was well built, ingeniously crafted, and stood in a stately sort of way over the town below it. The capital. He did not notice the mannerisms she displayed, however - they were the sort of thing he was used to, and thus he did not pay them any mine.*

"I have no expectations of being the finest archer in the world, but being able to hit a target may be a necessary skill." *He acknowledged, in his mind setting a goal to at least hit the target five times out of five from twenty feet away. If that was accomplished, then there was no need to despair at being a shoddy archer - at least he could say he was some kind of archer at all. 

Then again, perhaps archery was not a useful skills for someone who would propel the arrows faster than any bow. It was a good way to spend his time, regardless - in practice with a rather pleasant woman.*

"They drill in the morning. The day's exercises are finished, and I believe the practice yard is open for use."
Harry
"Well good, I'd rather not show up any of your royal archers anyways. I'd just *Hate* To leave them slack jawed, wouldn't you?" Trying her best to shake off the nerves, Roesia walked alongside the prince rather than behind him, rolling her eyes as she spoke so highly of herself. Archery was one of the very few things Roesia actually didn't mind boasting about, as she was extremely skilled with a bow and arrow. She had used the weapon since her childhood, sneaking out of her mansion to train herself with it. While Roesia had come a long way since, it didn't mean she stopped practicing. Each time she had a chance to, she'd practice on targets in the woods. Peering over to the prince, the half-elf tilted her head a bit.

"So, do you enjoy being a prince?" It was a bit of an out of the blue inquiry, but one that Roesia had wondered since they met. She hated being a noble lady, even if she got out of that life before it truly had a grasp on her. Ensuring she wasn't being disrespectful, Roesia followed up with a shrug. "I just mean, do you ever get tired of all the duties you have, the swooning women, you know, the basic things of being royalty." Roesia giggled a bit, her hands clasped behind her back as they walked along with one another. While the question remained, another popped into her mind. How did Astalios feel about knowing he'd one day be the sole ruler of a kingdom?

*She'd rather not ask, at least not now.* It was probably somewhat of a tense subject. An entire kingdom at your fingertips, able to fall or rise with a simple command? Roesia didn't think she could handle that sort of pressure..
Glen
"They have been much maligned as of late. The archers must not be taken too lightly, nor the rangers. Each of them has their purpose, and each has trained long and hard for their competence at their given tasks. There is a reason we employ them." *He raised an eyebrow in amusement as Roesia's declaration that she would leave them slack jawed. It was likely that they would simply appreciate the good marksmanship, rather than be amazed by someone only marginally better than them.*

"Do I enjoy being a prince?" *He wondered aloud. It was a good question, but ultimately his answer was out of his mouth before he really had time to think about it. It had been a very strict few years on campaign, and now that he had returned, he was finding himself deep in politics. The announcement of his seeking marriage was making things quite difficult. His ability to get things done, however, had been quite enjoyable indeed.*

"Yes, I suppose I do. Occasionally I do get tired of the onslaught of women - ever since the announcement, they've been rather unending - but that was what I knew I was in for. The duties are not troublesome at all. It takes a serious and steady hand to perform them well, and know that you hold the power given to you by the gods whenever you appear in ceremony. My word is law, as long as it does not conflict with that of my parents'. It allows me to pursue people like the Agarvarans freely, without restriction as to what I am allowed to know."

"In a larger sense, I... Would not say I am opposed to the position. It is what I was born to do, and I will not run away from the mantle. I believe 'enjoy', though, is not a good descriptor for ruling. Enjoying it would cheapen the experience, I suppose - if another word for happiness with a modicum of gravity existed that could describe the situation, I am forgetting it."