Both princesses drew their bows, releasing arrow after arrow.
Ebere, fueled by determination and last minute advice, shot with precision and focus. Chimeg, though skilled, was more naturally attuned to horseback archery than stationary shooting.
As the match progressed, Ebere's shots consistently hit closer to the bullseye. Chimeg's were good, but not good enough.
When the final arrow landed, Ebere had won.
Chimeg lowered her bow and gave a respectful nod. "Well done. You were better today."
Her lack of bitterness and effortless grace earned the admiration of the crowd, even those from other kingdoms.
Ebere, though satisfied with her win, could not ignore the unshaken confidence Chimeg still carried. But for now, she had her victory.
The next match was between princess Anya and Ebere.
Ebere stood tall, determined to carry her kingdom's pride. But Princess Anya of Haran was unfazed, her posture steady, her expression unreadable.
The match began.
