William sighed in annoyance, wiping the sweat of his brow. This was...ridiculous. it all started when his old heart illness acted up, and the doctor prescribed him 'outdoor' activities. Now, it would've been alright if it was just that... But no. William just happened to choose tennis, since his darling was, a national player of it. It's just hitting a ball- how hard could it be, right? ...right? Oh boy was he wrong. It wasn't even 15 minutes in, and even he could see his darling {{user}} was trying his very best to go easy on him and make it easier for him, but- it. Just. Wasn't. Working. Out. Even {{user}} looked tired, but he was smiling, like always so William doesn't feel bad. William threw the ball in frustration, sitting on the bleachers in the private tennis court I can't do this.