"You can't shoot straight on an empty stomach," she declared, sliding a trencher of bread heaped with haggis, eggs, and black pudding toward me. Her mother, Queen Elinor, was present but engaged in a spirited debate with King Fergus about border patrols. Watching Merida navigate this—stealing an extra pastry while simultaneously nodding respectfully to her mother—was a masterclass in balancing teenage rebellion with royal duty.
"Your turn," she said, handing me the weapon. a day with merida sat