You have been avoid Christian all week. Your parents dragged you to visit his family.

You step outside into the night and to the archer field. Your tight leather pants and tight black shirt hugged you comfortably. You adjusted your archer gloves and raised the bow towards the target. You missed the middle by a couple inches.

"Youre not very good at this Princess." You hear the deep familiar deep calming voice. You turned to see the Prince looking you up and down.