An Aster and His Little Daisy

Chapter Four: The Day We Met Again, Lily

Days flew after the Ball. It was... beguiling.

That dreamy event flew as Opium Poppies blossomed in their minds. In the sense of aggression, I will give Blue Dahlias to that opine. Confirming negativity yet, despise obliviousness.

"Oh, Juliet! that was a keen shot!" She remarked joyfully at me as I breathed out, admiring how keen I became.

Marissa rushed to me and refilled more arrows as she went aside.

I regain my composure and place an arrow on my bow, "Juliet!" Marissa called loudly, "Yes Marissa?!"I placed my bow down, "I'll see you later in your study room. I recalled I need to attend an urgent call."

As the succor left, I laid my eyes in front. Placing the arrow on my bow, I held my breath, girding my loins to unhand the arrow.

"Your arm seems to be lopsided."

I abstained from freeing my arrow and looked toward the one who is speaking.

"Yes?"

"Your arm is lopsided. Once you release the arrow, you might hit that tree." He pointed at the tree near the target.

"Let me." He went to me as he began directing each step.

"Put your hand there... near the... mid. Sure enough to be equidistant between both sides."

"Like this?"

"Like that." A voice so gentle, I felt like I am fleeing down every feather touch of his, "Now... Release." I unhand my grip on my arrow. And there, it landed perfectly unlike earlier; how I feel tensed.

"What is this for?" He asked.

"Nothing. I Just fond to do archery to pass time... my ideal." He glanced at me and crossed his arms, "I can't practically see you as somebody who is keen."

"Excuse me?" I questioned.

"I hardly envision you as somebody who is keen when it comes to archery." I then scoffed, "What bothers your mind to have such discourteous action and perspective? I shot the center before you taught me."

"Well, not ceaseless."

"I fluctuate. It is a natural act to fluctuate."

He chuckled teasingly, "Somehow."... "I see that my time here is done." He placed a formal gesture and at last said, "It is a pleasant time meeting you, Your Highness."

He went off until I felt a sudden urge in my heart; by the core. As I know my mind is in authority yet as it was said "His time has ended" My heart does too acknowledge the sentiment of supremacy.

"Hold on."

He hindered and look back, faced me, "Yes, Your Highness?"

"Umm... we haven't introduced ourselves fully."

"Really?"

"Yes, really!" I softly exclaimed.

"Well, I recalled we met twice already and I, therefore, conclude that we have introduced ourselves."

"Perhaps, I meant our first names." Oh, why! Such an ignominy! shamed!... am I too stagy? I project not so...

"Informally?"

"Relaxed," I spoke. I felt relieved seeing him understand what I meant. I might be too bizarre!

"I see. Well then, I am Matthew, Matthew Trefolium. Formerly known as Sir. Matthew."