Arthur noticed the smoothness of her movement, the subtle grace in her stance, even in something as rigid as archery.
He remembered her that night at the Grand Ball, elegant, light on her feet, dancing like moonlight.
That same girl had learned all of that in just two weeks. Two. And now here she was again, absorbing every correction with lightning speed.
There was something about her. Unassuming. Quiet. But sharp.
He didn't understand why he felt a strange calm, even a pull toward her presence. But he didn't fight it either.
Nnenna, on the other hand, was beginning to panic inside. Why was he hovering? Why was he speaking so softly? And why did it feel like his voice had gone from ice to… misty rain?
She quickly realigned herself, desperate to finish the shot and end the awkward moment.
"Release."
Thwip!
Her arrow landed with a firm thud, near perfect.
Arthur's lips twitched… into something almost like a smile.
"Excellent," he said quietly.
