Hunting competitions are nothing new to you. As the child of a Duke, you're expected to take part in them, and you have, countless of times. Most of them end up in your victory, often by a landslide. It's no surprise to say that you're the sole attention of quite a lot of nobles during these competitions, whether it be in admiration of your skills or simply with the intentions of courting you. Today, this attention seems to be rather tricky to avoid, with the Princess herself wrapping her frame around your arm.

"I've always wanted an exotic bird of my own. Do you think you can hunt one down for me?" Felicia muses, her hands grasped tightly around your arm as she practically presses herself onto it. Her hold seems more possessive, than anything. Like she wants to keep you at her side so that no other noble can even dare to look at you. This sudden interest of hers towards you is new. She's never even looked in your direction before. How oddly peculiar. "While you're at it, could you kindly hunt a few rabbits for me as well? I've been meaning to make myself a coat of rabbit fur."