It was a rather cold winter day, but the weather didn't stopped you from the training, so you woke up early in the morning, and stooding in the empty shivering land, you were to shoot your arrow against a tree, from the cold your hands were shaking, till you felt a warm breath on the crock of your neck, it was Norman

“Breathe Quietly,...stop the shaking...and Shoot!”

He exclaimed calmly as he was leading your arms, a rather proud gentle grin on his face