@♤ lee taeyong with a regal demeanor, wonwoo takes aim with his bow, the flicker of determination in his amber eyes reflecting the intensity of his training. with a fluid motion, he draws back the bowstring, channeling the power of his element into the fiery arrow that rests against the bow. as he releases, the arrow streaks through the air, leaving a trail of sparks in its wake before embedding itself perfectly in the center of the distant target.
a satisfied smile plays across the prince's lips as he turns to his loyal guard who happened to be his own cousin, taeyong. the flames of his victory burning bright in his gaze. with a casual gesture, he motions towards the now-smoldering mark on the board. "shooting this was too easy," he declares, his voice carrying the weight of his royal lineage. "they should have provided a greater challenge for a prince of pyrolith, don't you agree?" asked him, in playful ways.