"I am Sheera. I was uh..." she paused, realizing from his expression that he knew who she was already from her name.
"Are you Prince Ulric?" She questioned.
Ulric confirmed her thought with a nod. And quickly, she dipped her head in respect.
Somehow, she'd known. Perhaps it was the air of nobility that clung to him, or the faint resemblance he bore to Prince Malkar.
He seemed young, though, no more than a year or two her senior. And unlike Keegan and Malkar, there was a hint of warmth in his eyes.
Ulric reached for another arrow, nocked it on the bowstring, aimed, and released. The arrow found its target with a satisfying thud. An amused chuckle warmed his voice.
"Where did you learn archery?" He looked at Sheera again who smiled at the memories of her mother.
"My mother is a
