It seemed like a joke, something to laugh about in a moment. But, when Sigrid's hands curled around the bowstring, tensions rose.
The knights and servants around her held their breath, hoping that she would not target Roland or else, all of them would be losing their heads. They felt the urge to blurt out warning s but the crown princess would be displeased if they did.
It was entirely possible that they would lose their heads even sooner then. So, they remained still and silent, but everyone was certain, that the pounding of their hearts was louder than the laughter of the men in the courtyard.
Down in the courtyard, Miss Keeley Valerius was also preparing to shoot an arrow at at moving target. A bottle dangling from a rope. It was swaying from side to side, following the path the winds pushed it to.
As she drew her arm back, Sigrid did the same thing. She was waiting for the perfect moment.
