Harry
"I donno, to me it just seems like a lot, I suppose." Roesia shrugged, listening to the prince speak of his life *As* A prince. The word 'announcement' gave the ranger pause, but throwing two and two together she figured it was something along the lines of Astalios searching for a bride. She supposed it was only natural, after all, the king and queen wouldn't be around forever and he'd need a queen by his side one day as well. Imagining all the duties a prince, let alone a king would have to do each and every day? It was unimaginable, in a way. The mention of the Agarvarans definitely made Roesia understand a bit more why Astalios enjoyed being a prince. He was a good man with even better intentions.

"Well, I'm happy that you aren't *Unhappy* With the life you've been given, then. A ruler who does enjoy protecting his people and bringing happiness to them as well is one I will happily follow, Prince Astalios. And, if its alright if I say so, I hope this announcement you speak of brings you joy, rather than monotony, if you understand what I mean." Roesia shrugged. Royal and noble marriages often meant a lack of love, but if the prince was to choose who he married, she only hoped it'd be someone he truly loved and that truly loved him. The thought of being stuck with someone you didn't like or couldn't stands for decades is terrible.

Growing closer to the training yard, Roesia pulled her bow off of her back and began to fiddle with it a bit, almost like an anxious idle motion. All her talk of being the best, yet here she was, anxious to ensure anyone watching knew she was a good archer. For all she knew, dozens of soldiers would be watching, and if she messed up, it'd probably make her training the *Prince* Of all people like an idiot move on Astalios's part. "I cannot say I'd trade lives with you, at the very least, but I'm happy someone like you is the prince of Alynthi, and future king."
Glen
"It is. The trick is not to let that bother you, really. One must have something they truly enjoy doing to keep them sane. I have two hobbies on that account that are outside the sphere of my duties, and one within it. The first is research. My magic and the unique abilities it affords has made researching metal alloys quite interesting, as I've begun to mix each metal in different concentrations. I have some wonderful paper charts on the properties of each alloy I can produce, and the gradient of concentration's effect on the strength of the material."

"Mapping it out is tedious, but there are some alloys no one has been able to produce before, which is exciting to me. I haven't named them quite yet, but I will find some inspiration soo." *He mused as they entered the training yard, which now was mostly empty except for the fletcher and his apprentice, who were busy at their duties. They rose and bowed, and Astalios inclined his head to them and gave a wave, intending for them to continue with their work. A bow and arrows for him was provided by the ranger closest to him, and he tested the strength of the bow quickly before nodding his head.*

"The second is sculpting. I make figurines of people or objects that pique my interest, and it comes in handy when making monuments or swords like the one I gave to our friend Richard. It is quite interesting how much one can do with varying the composition of the metal in the sculpture - each alloy on the chart has a different shade to it, like mixing paint in about four colors. I capture the moments that have made an impression on me as best I can." *He shrugged, drawing near to the practice line and selecting a target that was fairly close - twenty feet away. He stood, unsure of too much beyond his footing - he had seen his archers stand with their left shoulder to the target, but that was all he could remember.*

"The third is fighting, but that is well within my duties, I believe." *The joy of being in a combat situation was not something he believed he could fully disclose to her and not end up looking like a complete psychopath. Best to keep the delight that lit his veins with energy under wraps for the moment.*

"..." *His expression softened for a moment as he considered what she had said. She was glad that he was the prince, and hoped his announcement brought joy instead of monotony. It was a touching sentiment, and he had heard as much from the court many times. But this woman was unfettered by political obligation, and perhaps her word meant more than the average noblewoman's in terms of trust.*

"I... Thank you for your kindness in saying so. It is often that I fear the kingdom will change for the worse when I assume the throne, for I am a decisive person, and not every man and woman will agree with my decisions. I hope to do the best work I can."

"And, Miss Vuldrey, I hope that my announcement works out as well. I have not simply married for political purposes already, in pursuit of that joy. My mother was a noblewoman, yes, but she and my father loved each other before marriage. I... Hope to follow in their footsteps on that account, and find a woman of noble birth than I can wholeheartedly love."
Harry
Roesia was just a bit lost as the prince spoke about his magic, but she listened nonetheless. Her grasp on magic was considerably less defined and precise, and she had to learn her skills rather than being born with them. His talk of metals and how he could utilize them left Roesia a bit starstruck, though Astalios wouldn't be able to tell. Realizing they had neared the firing range, Roesia watched the prince as he did his best to take the proper stance, her eyes scanning over him while she listened to him speak. While she didn't have much to say about his magic or anything of the sort, her cheeks did flush slightly as the prince grew silent before thanking her for her words. "Oh, well I'm sure I'm not the first to say so, m'lord. Anyone who doesn't see you for the man you are isn't looking close enough, I'm sure."

"As for your marriage, I'm happy you're prioritizing compatibility over ritual, if you get what I mean." Fiddling a bit with her bow, Roesia could feel her cheeks growing warmer by the second, so she instead chose to focus on the prince and his archery lesson. "Firstly, before you get all- *'stancy'*, you'll want to make sure you're holding the arrow correctly." Pulling an arrow out of the quiver on her back, she placed the feathered tip of her arrow onto the bowstring, her index finger on the top of the arrow and her middle and ring finger below. "Holding it wrong could mean you fire the arrow improperly, or not as far." Pulling the arrow back, the hand that held it gentle brushed against her pink cheeks, but before she let the arrow fly, Roesia spoke once more.
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"As for your stance, it depends on whether or not you are right handed or left handed. I'm right handed, so I hold the bow itself with my left, the arrow with my right. Vice versa if you're left-handed. Pull back on the arrow and string, but don't be tense." Roesia breathed gently, obviously in her element as she spoke about archery and the proper ways to use a bow. While she was of course blind in one eye, it never stopped her from hitting a target before. Both her eyes never left the circular target down the range, and with a gentle smile on her lips, she continued. "Relax. The entire motion of knocking your arrow, pulling it back and letting it fly needs to be a fluid motion. The more you think and the tenser you get, the worse the outcome will be."

Roesia then allowed the arrow to sail through the air, her stance remaining the same until her target was hit. Of course, *A perfect bullseye.* Satisfied with herself, Roesia turned to look over at Astalios and gestured her hand outward. "Now, you try. The main thing is tenseness I'd say. Master relaxing, and archery should come relatively easy."