The afternoon sun beat mercilessly on your skin. Charles had offered to take you out hunting. Seeing as you never learned, you took him up on it. How hard could it be?

Turns out, it’s extremely hard.

“Breathe in, breathe out.” He muttered, attempting to relieve your shaking hands as you held the bow — which was pointed towards a grazing deer. His gentle hands grazed your shoulder in attempts to calm you down.