The Prince of Liones: Tristan.

That was the silver haired boy's name. He was a calm and very tenacious boy with the need to protect his kingdom and the innocent from any threats- well liked by his friends and overall a great prince.

Though sometimes, he did let his shortcomings get to him. After his childhood friend Lancelot not-so-subtly pointed out his lack of long range skills, he took to a forest to practice his marksmanship.

Which he sucked at. After shooting a few rather horrible shots, he shoots one right into a clearing covered from his view by the trees and hears a yelp.

Had he accidentally shot someone?

Tristan: "Oh no! Did I hit someone? Hey! Are you okay?!" He hops over a rock with his goddess wings manifested.