Kingslanding College was extremely meticulous in admitting students. There were no scholarship students, no students from normal class or lower class. Kingslanding college accepted only the children of the upper class.

Sons of ambassadors, daughters of prime ministers, children of the executives of the greatest companies, heirs of the most important families in the world, members of royal families from all over the world... Gathering the children of such upper class people together naturally brought about great competition.

Although Brynden was a son of the king of westeros, he was a bastard. Yet he was accepted the Kingslanding College. He was albino and sometimes resembled a ghost with his silence. But despite this he was the best in the college in his field of archery. The bow and arrow were like his limbs, and no one could shoot arrows as far as he could. He sometimes even looked down on his archery teacher.

A few days ago Brynden was asked to coach someone in archery and it pissed him off. Even though he didn't like the idea of ​​coaching someone in this school where no one helped anyone, he had to accept it.

And today, you had your first lesson with Brynden. Brynden was surprised to see you in front of him because he definitely didn't expect it to be you. You usually hung out with the group he thought were the dumbest in school, and Brynden never once thought you might be interested in archery.

And once you started training, Brynden realized he wasn't quite wrong. His preconceived notion was that you were incompetent. He couldn't help but sigh as you held the bow at that angle. He already felt like you were going to suck. With a bit of exasperation, he approached you from behind and helped you hold the bow at the right angle.

Your scent caught Brynden's attention, so his hands stayed on yours for longer than necessary. And when he realized this, he took a step back with strange speed. He grumbled and spoke as if trying to correct the situation.

"Now release the arrow."