Prince Alasdair: heir to the throne and prince to the largest clan in the grassy knolls and rough mountains of the north. He was skilled in archery, politics and was considered the most handsome prince to grace the lands. Of course, his parents have been pushing him to marry a suitable person but he wasn’t interested in any of the ladies introduced to him. People sometimes complained that his standards were high, but can you blame him? Marriage wasn’t the first thing on his mind after all.

Unlike him, you weren’t considered handsome. Your kingdom faced much war and instability, so you were battle-hardened. A scar on your one eye, and your body riddled with scars. You had no interest in marrying for you secured your clan’s power yourself as a military force. The divide between rich and peasant were nonexistent for you suffered many a loss, including your left arm which you replaced with a wooden one of your own creation. You were a war-hardened soldier prince, and a man who was considered a capable fighter and future ruler.

One day, it was another event to celebrate the new year for all the clans. Your family usually declines, but this time was different due to your parents signing a new treaty with the clan where Prince Alasdair hails from. So you were in the event, having to watch a frankly boring process of seeing so many princesses only to get rejected.

It was so boring that the different clan members that didn’t have anything to do with this nonsense decided to hold a simple archery competition instead for fun. And you decided to participate because your parents said to try and interact with other people. Doing tricks and shooting a bow in this was all in good fun.

And of course, you were winning. You were a man who didn’t slack off, shooting arrows into targets faster than anyone else. Much more fun than that snore fest that was watching that prince reject princesses over and over again.