Maxim floated down and sat on the grass where he could have a good view of Eira as she practiced her archery. He was glad that there was actually something that he could teach her. Even though she was amazing at sword fighting, probably the best in the kingdom after putting Zhelimir in his place, she was still a bit shaky in archery, especially the type that elves practiced.
Watching her now, Maxim could feel that he was slowly falling in love with the princess. How could any sane man not? She was strong, determined, and absolutely beautiful.
Eira steadied her aim at the apple hanging in a tree in the distance and launched her arrow towards it. The tip grazed the apple deeply, but it did not fall from the tree.
"Damn it!" Eira cussed.