The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 55

I shrug a little, letting him see through my summer camp lic. He just laughs, shaking his head as we draw close to our targets.

“Bullshit, if you ask me,” the tall blonde says, sighing as he gathers his arrows off the floor and I pull mine from the target’s body. “We’re forced to embarrass ourselves on the first day just because we haven’t trained in an antiquated form of weaponry? I mean honestly, who even uses archery anymore on the battlefield?”

“I don’t know,” I say, popping my arrows into my quiver as we turn around and start back. “I see the logic in being able to handle all weapons.”

The blonde shrugs, conceding the point but clearly expressing that he’s still not happy with it. “I’m David, by the way,” he murmurs.

“And I’m Hai,” the other says, nodding to both of us.

I smile at them, but we’re all lost in our thoughts about how to improve as we make our way back to the line.

“Again,” says the Captain, nodding. We all get into our stances and raise arrows to bowstrings, ready to fire.

The Captain has us going for hours, until my arms ache from drawing my bow. As we fire round after round, he works with each of us, giving more basic pointers to the other two and working with me to refine my shot. By the end, I hit the bullseye with consistency, and I can’t keep the smile from my face.

At the end of our four–hour class, the Captain tells us to return our bows, his face blank. We do as he says as he gives us instructions for how and when to practice, letting us know that this gym will be available to us twenty–four hours a day and suggesting that we make use of it. My smile deepens at the prospect – I like marksmanship, always have. The idea of having this be my homework, when I get sick of Chemistry?

God, does that sound like a relief.

As we finish hanging our bows the Captain tells us we’re dismissed and we troop for the

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in the quiver, probably being more picky than I need to be.

to hear the Captain’s voice call to me

on you this year, Clark,” he says, leaning against the wall and

ask, turning to him

quirking an eyebrow.

of their students?” The words fall from my lips before I have

professors,” he says quietly. “With some old friends who have a stake in the Academy itself. Though I do admit,” he says, cocking his head a little, “I was surprised when your Uncle Roger didn’t take the

face as the Captain studies me, and I

that I awkwardly stand stock still in front of him, saying nothing for far too long. The Captain just grins, shaking his head and laughing as he lifts his

nod, eager, and head

even if the Captain knows my secret, or is starting to suspect? He’s clearly not pushing

the rooms with no

the classroom to the dorm, what chance do I have on the battlefield?

that, a little, as I head for the brass elevator at the end of the hall, climbing in and pressing the button for the dormitory floor. Because today, in Marksmanship, I considered for the first time – perhaps naively that we really

–

I hadn’t really thought about it before – perhaps I’m just naïve but…I don’t know. Something about running obstacle courses and getting class

shooting real

as a weapon myself. And that I’m going

I prepared for this? For the reality of looking down a scope at a human being,

I consider it, and honestly I don’t know what the answer is to that question. I gnaw on my lower lip, troubled by it, as I cross the hall

thing that breaks me out of

–

and around the room suddenly, and realize that actually for the first time in weeks I am…completely alone. Like completely alone not just in absence of my brother and my cousin, but by

grin takes my face, even