Chapter 430: She’s Not Good Enough

Arthur noticed the smoothness of her movement, the subtle grace in her stance, even in something as rigid as archery.

He remembered her that night at the Grand Ball, elegant, light on her feet, dancing like moonlight.

That same girl had learned all of that in just two weeks. Two. And now here she was again, absorbing every correction with lightning speed.

There was something about her. Unassuming. Quiet. But sharp.

He didn’t understand why he felt a strange calm, even a pull toward her presence. But he didn’t fight it either.

Nnenna, on the other hand, was beginning to panic inside. Why was he hovering? Why was he speaking so softly? And why did it feel like his voice had gone from ice to… misty rain?

She quickly realigned herself, desperate to finish the shot and end the awkward moment.

“Release.”

Thwip!

Her arrow landed with a firm thud, near perfect.

Arthur’s lips twitched… into something almost like a smile.

“Excellent,” he said quietly.

Nnenna stepped away from the bow, her heart pounding, not from excitement, but from sheer discomfort.

She had no idea why she was so unsettled. Arthur was just being a good teacher… right?

Besides, her mind had already started to drift toward someone else. Somto had been out of sight, but not out of mind. Every now and then, she would catch herself wondering when she’d see him again.

Arthur, meanwhile, watched Nnenna return to the line, a strange feeling tightening in his chest. Admiration? Curiosity? He couldn’t name it.

for the first time in a

He wanted to.

crowd, her breath finally steadying as

know what was more disturbing, his uncharacteristic warmth, or the fluttery confusion it left

normal. Not at

Just focus. This

meanwhile, straightened his shoulders and masked the tiny flicker of embarrassment he

What just happened?

from her, or any other girl. His best friend, the love of his

its usual stoic calm as he scanned the next

Serena. You’re

confidence, flipping her newly dried hair over her shoulder like a banner of war. Though the earlier prank had soaked her pride, she wasn’t about to let

patient nonetheless. He adjusted her stance with a few words, and though his tone held less warmth than before, it still

so much

by the seventh, she hit her mark, and by the tenth, her precision had drawn the attention of the entire

“Whoa…”

see that? She got

fast. Like, really

wonder she’s the

like she’s not just all

her eyes quickly

got it faster than

something sharp twisted in her chest. That girl…

always been among the top in everything. She was born into it, raised for it. But today, someone who came from nowhere, literally, had outpaced her in front of her big brother. In front

mean I’m

her grip on the

just means I need to try

That’s the right posture. You’ve

quickly, searching his face, hoping to see

his usual neutral gaze and a curt nod before

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