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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stack my arrows neatly in the quiver, probably being more picky

surprised to hear the Captain’s voice

the wall and giving me a little smirk. “Don’t make me regret it. I don’t like to

ask, turning to him with wide

he asks, quirking an eyebrow.

bet on me, or by the fact that the professors actively gamble on the success of their students?” The words fall from my lips before I have time to consider them, but to my relief the Captain just

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 opportunity to bet on his own nephew. Didn’t comment at all when he saw your name on the list of Marksman

my face as

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

eager, and head out.

or is starting to suspect? He’s

tomorrow, and I’m on strict orders to head directly back to the rooms with no pit stops. Rafe, predictably, flipped out about the idea that I’d be walking through the

from the classroom to the dorm, what chance do I have on the

the button for the dormitory floor. Because today, in Marksmanship, I considered for the first time – perhaps naively that we really are being

–

don’t know. Something about running obstacle courses and getting class schedules and learning the chemical makeup of poisons had made it seem…theoretical. Part of a game, and a class, rather than preparation for

shooting real weapons?

made me really realize that…I’m being trained as a weapon myself. And that I’m going to be asked to

Am I prepared for this? For the

is to that question. I gnaw on my lower lip, troubled by it, as I cross

breaks me out of my

–

suddenly, and realize that actually for the first time in weeks I

takes my face, even despite my troubled thoughts.