Beatrice did not hate archery.
She just hated that she had to prove she was good at it.
Unlike horseback riding, where she was an active disaster, she had some skill with a bow. But the problem with being good at something meant expectations.
And she had enough of those already.
The archery range was set up in one of the palace courtyards, surrounded by neatly trimmed hedges and a long row of straw targets at varying distances. It was a casual event, just something to pass the time.
But Beatrice still wanted absolutely no part of it.
"I just have one question," she said, sighing. "Why am I here?"
Lila, standing beside her, smirked. "Because I insisted."
Beatrice groaned dramatically. "Why do you hate me?"
"So many reasons, really. But watching you struggle is currently my favorite one."
Beatrice rolled her eyes. "Great. Can't wait to add archery to my growing list of near-death experiences."
