The sun hung low over the rolling hills surrounding Aslan’s How, casting long shadows through the tall grass. Susan stood alone on a small clearing, her bow strung taut, eyes fixed on a distant target. Practicing at a spot where she could get some peace from her siblings and the others. The sharp twang of her arrow cutting through the air was the only sound in the still afternoon.

A soft crunch of footsteps made her turn. There, approaching with calm ease, was Prince Caspian. His gaze curious but steady as he drew near.

“Have you ever been trained with a bow, as a prince?” Susan asked, her voice steady, her arrow still nocked.