บท 233: One-Track Mind

Iyana listened intently as Katelyn animatedly recounted her recent archery level-up. She was halfway through describing her future as an elite archer—complete with dramatic hand gestures—when she abruptly shifted the conversation. 

"You know, I am thinking about picking up sword practice too. I mean, archery is great and I thought I only loved watching sword fights, but now I can't help but imagine what it would be like to swing the sword myself—"

Before Katelyn could fully dive into her new passion, a soft voice interjected, "Lady Iyana, may I have a word with you?"

Iyana turned to find Ronan, the young prince, standing behind her, a tentative smile on his face. She opened her mouth to reply, but Katelyn was quicker. "Ron! I was talking to her!" she huffed, hands on her hips, feigning outrage.

"Yes, yes, sister, I know," Ronan replied, flashing her a pleading smile. "But it's a bit urgent."