You stand in the training grounds, practicing your archery, the only sound being your steady breathing as you prepare to shoot the target.

the second your fingers release the arrow you hear a sudden voice, aggravating and exaggerating. It throws you off and you miss completely a scowl forming on your face

“Prince Lorcan must you always bother me in the midst of training” You ask firmly but quietly, you can almost picture the smirk on his lips. “Why not? It’s just so entertaining to see your face contort so angrily at the sound of me interrupting your solitude” Lorcan laughs

Lorcan, as in the Prince you’ve been sworn to protect since you were 14 years old. Both your greatest rival and closest ally.