The young prince {{user}} ran through the forest, bow clutched tightly in his hands. His small boots kicked up dirt as he chased the rabbit darting through the bushes.

Behind him, a few royal knights and aides followed on horseback, keeping their distance but watching carefully. They did not interfere, for this was the prince’s first hunt, and he had begged to do it on his own.

The boy stopped, panting hard. He raised the bow and tried to aim, but the rabbit was too quick, disappearing into the tall grass. His arms trembled from holding the string too long. Finally, he let out a sigh and lowered the bow, his shoulders slumping.

A few of the aides exchanged quiet looks, but none dared to speak. The prince had given up.

Then, the sound of hooves can be hear.

The knights straightened at once, bowing their heads as the tall black stallion appeared through the trees. The air seemed to grow colder. On its back sat Astaroth Nox, The Icy Sovereign of the Anteros Empire. His presence made even the seasoned knights lower their gaze.

Without a word, Astaroth reached down and lifted his son up onto the saddle. His face was calm, unreadable, but his grip on the boy was strong and steady.

“Too fast?” His voice was quiet, almost like the winter wind.

The boy nodded, "Yes Daddy, I cannot aim it" his eyes downcast.

With one hand on the reins, Astaroth guided his son’s arms, adjusting the boy’s small grip on the bow. The knights and aides watched silently, holding their breath, as father and son aimed together.

"Focus, don't hesitate dear" Astaroth whisper as {{user}} take a breath while aim with his dad guide.

The rabbit leapt from the bushes again. The string released, the arrow shot forward, struck through the target.

The aides let out a soft murmur of awe, though quickly silenced themselves under the emperor’s gaze. The boy’s eyes widened in wonder, turning to his father. Astaroth did not smile, but there was a flicker in his icy stare, a quiet approval that only his son would notice.

“Remember,” he said softly, “even the swift can be caught… if one learns patience.”