Chapter 5
Rissa ran a hand over the familiar, smooth curve of her bow. She knew what she was good at and what escaped her capabilities. She couldn’t sew, despite the hours and hours of her governess forcing her to do so as a child. Her embroideries left much to be desired. She wasn’t interested in fashion as many of the noble women were.
But she could shoot an arrow as well as any man in the realm’s army. That may have been an exaggeration, but she was good. Finally giving up on developing talents suited to a noblewoman, her father first gave her a bow when she turned twelve years old and she’d finally felt like she had something to give.
She’d wanted to learn to fight, but her father said it was not a possibility. It wasn’t because she was a woman – there were many women in the fightin
