Chapter 7

Roisin pov

The day of the archery competition was finally here. I lay on my back looking at the ceiling's intricate plaster design. Torin stuck his face in my line of sight.

"Good, you're awake," he grins. I eye him and stick my tongue out. He chuckles and I can feel him climbing out of the large bed.

"You should rise and dress so we can eat, they serve great food here in the mornings," he smiles, pulling on his pants. I stretched and slid off the bed, grabbed my clothes off the floor, and began to dress. I frown at having to lace the boots back up.

"Put them on and I'll lace them for you," Torin grins, knowing me too well. I nod and

pull them on. Torin sits next to me and lifts my leg to his lap and proceeds to lace up the black boots.

"You're a decent elf man," I chuckle at his serious demeanor. He glances at me and laughs. He pats my legs when he finishes and offers his hand. I take it and we go downstairs together.

We arrived at a large buffet-type table. Cadac and Adrit, al