Glen
"You may not be the first to say so, Miss Vuldrey, but you are among a select few people I have met who have less reason to curry favor with me than normal. You live in the woods, which is part of the kingdom, but you are mostly self sufficient. If I were to do you a favor, I could not make the wolves stop roaming, or produce deer from thin air for you to hunt. Though, to listen to the courtiers, I might as well have the power to tell the sun not to rise." *He nodded thoughtfully as he observed her reaction. It was the first time he had seen her blush, but he chose not to read too much into it. It was probably embarrassment, after all, and she was no noblewoman.*

"Love is a challenge I must conquer, just as politics are. If I can navigate what is best for the kingdom while making sure that for the next few hundred years, I may live out a life with a woman I love, I will do it. However, If this pursuit drags for years on end, I may have to make a concession, in which case I shall marry a virtuous woman and attempt to kindle romance afterwards." *He shrugged, forcibly ignoring the way her face was gradually becoming a bit redder.*

*He kept his eyes on the way she held the bow, nodding along to the lesson as he positioned his bow in his left hand - he was right-handed - and grasped the arrow between his index and middle finger. The fletching was well done, he noted, and he could see the good craftsmanship of the bow as well as he could feel the well-forged point of the arrow, but that would not help him practically.*

"I see..." *He took careful pains to nock the arrow on the bow, making sure that it did not slip off of the bowstring, and laid the arrow's shaft on top of his grip, just as Roesia had done. However, as he drew the bow back, the bowstring twisted, and his arrowhead came away from the bow. He let it down, then drew the bow again, this time managing to keep it relatively straight, then aimed carefully and let it fly. The arrow fell short of its target, landing in the dirt a few inches under its base.*

"Damn." *He sighed as he flicked his wrist, the arrow digging itself back out of the ground and returning to his hand. He inspected it for damage, but there seemed to be none besides a slight bending of the arrowhead, which he quickly straightened out with a snap.* "How do I aim best?"
Harry
"Hm.. I don't believe love is something you should pursue to conquer. Its not a challenge unless you make it one. Take your bow and arrow for instance. One cannot work without the other, but the moment you become to tense, too rigid, too formal, that bond between bow and arrow is broken, resulting in a less true shot than if you had allowed things to flow naturally." Roesia grew silent as the prince finally shot his first arrow, though as he fell short she didn't laugh or frown, she simply offered a gentle smile and knocked an arrow in her bow herself to demonstrate. "To shoot *Straight* You arm needs to essentially be one with the arrow." Roesia pulled the arrow back, her arm holding the string perfectly aligned with the knocked arrow. Glancing over to Astalios, she continued. "Though where you want to aim will always depend on the distance of your target, but if you plan to aim up or down more you're entire body needs to do so as well."

Lifting her bow up higher, Roesia's waist swiveled up with it, rather than just her arms moving with the bow. Her entire body, aside from her legs of course, had become one single motion. Allowing the bowstring to rest, she held her bow and arrow idly while allowing the prince to try once more. "As I've said,-" Pulling her arrow back once more, Roesia's arm was noticeably more tense and heavy on the pullback, and as she let the arrow fly it slamming into the stone wall behind the target, her arrow breaking in the process. Raising an eyebrow at her now broken arrow, she shrugged and glanced back to Astalios with a goofy smile over her mistake. "-it all comes back to tenseness."
Glen
"Well, is the process of finding someone to love not a challenge? You must not only find someone who loves you, but someone that you can give yourself to. You must make concessions, sacrifices. Each day requires you to accommodate the other person's wishes, and change yourself for the better to become a more perfect union. This is not to say that perfection is attainable, but to reach for it is to attempt to grow as a person. And that way, I think it's very much like a challenge. You strive to make it work for the rest of your life." *He adjusted his grip on the bow, and tried to glean what practical advice he could out of her statements. They seemed to be mostly conceptual, but he attempted to line up his arm with where he wanted to aim. Point towards the target with the forearm, he mused, and he might hit the target a little bit easier. It was good logic.*

"I take your point." *He murmured as he took a deep breath and tried to align himself with the arrow, making sure his arm was pointing towards the target. His shoulders relaxed somewhat, and he focused on making sure his aim was true, rather than trying to pull back the bow string and let it go with force.

He took a deep breath, exhaled, pulled back the bowstring, and let the arrow fly. It landed on the outermost ring of the target, but it was noticeable improvement from the last shot. At least he had hit it somewhat. And this was a twenty-foot target, which he imagined was not the range most archers trained at. Still, it was an accomplishment of its own kind.*

*A small smile of pride made its way across his face as he turned back to Roesia.* "Better?"