#williamstaffcrd

Hal had taken a day off from his studies. He could be inside preparing for the upcoming ball, but instead he was outside despite the somewhat unpleasant weather practicing archery. It was his best combat skill, far better than his swordsmanship, but as a politician and scholar, there wasn’t much a need for him to have such skills other than for hunts. He was too grossly absorbed in his pursuit to notice the arrival of another for a bit. When he did, the blond crowned head turned towards the figure he would recognize easily. “Good morrow, mister Stafford,” he greeted, more from politeness than anything.