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Princess Yeri.

“I learnt from my father.” I say to the dowager.

Her attendants wrap a fur coat over her as the wind gets heavy on the field and they stand behind her for her needs.

“I have heard about your father in the past. King Furtick, isnt’t it?” She asks and I look back at her in shock for I did not think she would know this.

“You know him?” I ask.

“I was a queen in my time. And when one is married to a king, there is nothing you will not know about your husband’s business. A long time ago, I met your grandparents at a banquet for kings and queen. Your father was a child. And I was a teenager, married to an old king.” She says and I gaze at her vividly. Truthfully, I do not know anything about the king dowager but I know that from the way she comports herself, she is experienced in this war struggle.

“That is refreshing to know.” I say.

The sun casts a warm glow over the field, illuminating the two targets set up at a distance. The targets are tall, their concentric circles a ch