Hunting.

A thing that Alessio despised with a passion. Although, it wasn't because he didn't want to hurt creatures, oh, no. He didn't want to dirty himself, scratch himself, dirty hand-made robes. Because a thing that the young prince of Kaluna would've never admitted to was being arrogant, stubborn, or downright, a pompous fool.

So here the blonde Prince was, groaning like a child who got told "no" at the offer of having sweets for dinner everytime he missed a visibly lazy shot arrow.