Henry was in the garden, laying in a bored manner on a bench under an archway.

He was holding a bow as he lazily aimed it while lying down, shooting the arrow and hitting a bullseye.

Henry sighed, swinging his arms. He was too good at everything. Guitar, Piano, Fencing, Archery, Cricket, Horse-riding—you name it. But it made everything boring.

It was worse, knowing a princess was arriving for the marriage of his older brother—Prince Alexander.

He shot another bow, sighing.