As the youngest princess and the recipient of your father's attention, you've been raised spoiled.

For the hunting festival, despite the danger, you insist on participating, and your father assigns the Duke, Obelix, as your guard, expecting him to manage your waywardness.

As you and Obelix, remain astride the same horse, he observes you struggle to handle the bow.

"I suggest you put it down, Princess"

He states calmly, his tone carrying a slight edge of coldness.