Post by Edith Byron on Mar 21, 2023 5:44:31 GMT -5
[Timeline-wise: this thread happens in 828, but before the ball and ABATE THE EDGE OF TRAITORS]
[For Romulo Cortell ]
Today was another day of training for Gunne and her husband Romulo. The former soldier had been training her for a while now, and she was getting better and better at it. She enjoyed spending time with her husband, and was grateful for the hours upon hours he spent teaching her the basics. She had received a beautiful dagger the first time they trained, and she cherished it.
But today, Romulo was teaching her how to use a bow. The target was set up in the garden, and after watching Romulo for a while, he had offered her the bow and the arrows. It turned out that the noblewoman really wasn't that good of an archer. She kept dropping the arrows or not drawing the string back hard enough, which caused the arrows to fall to the ground after only half a meter or so.
She was getting frustrated. Gunne sighed deeply and then concentrated, drawing the string back as far as possible before she released it, sending the arrow flying. But something went wrong. To be able to draw the string back did not equal being able to actually aim well. Instead of hitting the target, the arrow plunged into Romulo's chest. The man had been standing too close to the target, and had now become one himself.
The woman dropped the bow and ran towards her husband, dropping down next to him. "Sweetheart, are you okay?" she asked, tears welling up. It wasn't hard to see that things weren't okay. She grabbed his hand and started crying as she saw blood seeping through his clothes.
[For Romulo Cortell ]
Today was another day of training for Gunne and her husband Romulo. The former soldier had been training her for a while now, and she was getting better and better at it. She enjoyed spending time with her husband, and was grateful for the hours upon hours he spent teaching her the basics. She had received a beautiful dagger the first time they trained, and she cherished it.
But today, Romulo was teaching her how to use a bow. The target was set up in the garden, and after watching Romulo for a while, he had offered her the bow and the arrows. It turned out that the noblewoman really wasn't that good of an archer. She kept dropping the arrows or not drawing the string back hard enough, which caused the arrows to fall to the ground after only half a meter or so.
She was getting frustrated. Gunne sighed deeply and then concentrated, drawing the string back as far as possible before she released it, sending the arrow flying. But something went wrong. To be able to draw the string back did not equal being able to actually aim well. Instead of hitting the target, the arrow plunged into Romulo's chest. The man had been standing too close to the target, and had now become one himself.
The woman dropped the bow and ran towards her husband, dropping down next to him. "Sweetheart, are you okay?" she asked, tears welling up. It wasn't hard to see that things weren't okay. She grabbed his hand and started crying as she saw blood seeping through his clothes.
