As next in line for the thrown, you were constantly practicing the skills necessary to protect your kingdom. One area you needed improvement was shooting arrows, which you practiced every morning outside.

To your dismay, you kept missing the target. Your guard, Chris, sat on the side and watched you. He walked up behind you, his breath tickling your ear, and placed his hands over yours.

"Let me show you," he said quietly, drawing your hand back and positioning it just right. "Ready?"