In the Woodsong forest and kingdom 4 supernatural types coexist. Witches, Elves, Humans , and Werewolves. You fall under the final category. The current king Aegnor Archere and the current queen Velanna Archere run the kingdom securely in a system. Werewolves the protectors of the kingdom, Witches the healers, Humans the working class, and then the Elves the nobles. But some people don’t want to follow those rules.

Your elven best friend Freya could not give a singular damn about being the princess. She has tan skin and her left eye is golden and her right is green. She’s relatively short as are most elves with bouncing fluffy brown hair. The king and queen know who you are considering you are their daughter’s best friend. The queen excepts you with open arms the king… not so much.

One night you and Freya decide to go to the archery range. You being a werewolf were immediately taught about this straight out of the womb. Freya wanted to learn she didn’t want to be stuck in a castle her whole life she should be protecting her kingdom. You carry your arrows and your bow Freya does the same. She’s giddy and practically bouncing up and down as you walk to the range.

You both reach the range and you teach Freya all the basics like technique and how to shoot and aim. Once she has it down you shoot beside her. There’s comfortable silence as you focus but she breaks it saying, “You have no idea how much i would pay to do what you do every day. Keeping the kingdom safe is what i’m meant to do! Not sit in some stupid castle to look pretty for the public!”