Love Arrows

Chapter 1

Paris POV

I wake up out of bed to my mother calling my name,
"Paris!!! Time to get up!!!"
I share a room with my brother. Our room is small and only has 2 beds a chest and a window.
That's all my family can afford. We are bakers. During work my father makes dough and bread, wile my mother makes most sweets they stay in the back most of the time. I stay in the front, collecting the money we make, wile my brother stays outside advertising the bakery.
But some days I'm lucky. When we open late.
Today's one of those days.
I grab my bow and my arrow holders, and run out the door.
There is a field about 3 miles away from the bakery. If I catch a ride I will get there in about 20min. If not I'll get there in a hour by foot.
I have targets set up all over the field. I start.
I pull back, aim, and let go.
I almost hit the bullseye!
I walk over to the next one.
Pull back, aim, let go.
Even closer!!
I walk over to the next one.
Pull back, aim, let go.
"Bullseye!!!" I yell.
"Your good madam." some one from behind me says.
I turn around and see a guy. He has a crown, he is a prince.
I get on the ground.
"Your majesty," I say.
He is not a prince of our kingdom, but whom is supposed to marry our princess.
"You can get up." He tells me.
I rise.
"You like archery I see." he says walking up to the last target.
"I do."
"Do you mind if I try?"
I don't want him to use my bow, but he is a prince...
"It's okay I have my own bow." he says.
He gets his bow and arrows off his horse.
He shoots at the first target.
Bullseye!!!
He shoots the next.
Bullseye again!!!
He shoots the last one.
Another bullseye and the arrow went right through mine!!!
He is good!!!
I am staring at the target, not believing what my eyes are telling me.
"You gotta teach me how to be as good as you!!!" I squeal.
"Well... I guess I could,"
I run up to him and hug him. I realize I was out longer that I was supposed to be, and I was not going to make it home in time to open shop, because of the long walk.
"First thing tomorrow!" I tell starting to walk back.
"Are you walking home?"
"I probably won't get there in time to open shop, but yea."
"I can take you home. You can ride on the back of my horse."
"Really thanks." I run to the horse and once we are both on we start riding.