You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

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The head guard knelt on the ground with a thud.

"Your Highness, please punish me alone. It was my dereliction of duty."

The other guards also knelt but did not plead for themselves. Instead, they spoke in unison, "Please punish us, Your Highness."

According to palace rules and their own sense of honor, pleading for oneself or accepting someone else's plea was seen as weakness and disgrace. Family honor was more important than life itself, so there was no other choice.

Clint waved his hand, and an attendant hurried to prepare cherries.

Joyce clenched her fist, biting down hard, her gaze becoming sharp.

Clint raised an eyebrow. "What? Are you not confident?"

"Confidence is not the key issue," Joyce said through gritted teeth.

"Then what is the key issue?" Clint asked curiously.

"You wouldn't understand even if I told you," Joyce replied dismissively. She stretched her arms, doing some warm-up exercises. After all, she wasn't training every day now, and lives were at stake; she had to be cautious.

Clint patted the coffee table beside him. "Sit. Let them prepare while you have a cup of tea with me."

After a moment's thought, Joyce sat down next to him.

"Why do you have to do this?" she asked. "If you're doing it to show me something, it's unnecessary."

"Rules are rules," Clint smiled. "Besides, I'm looking forward to seeing your skills firsthand."

"If you just want to see me shoot, you could take me to the shooting range. The effect would be the same," Joyce frowned. "Why risk their safety?"

Clint glanced at Joyce, his eyes gleaming. "A shooting range is so dull and boring compared to

scoffed. Boring or interesting-was that all he cared about? He was truly

Joyce a cup of

the cup and drank it all in one go. The refreshing green tea cooled her lungs and calmed

she set the

a playful and expectant look on his face. He genuinely wanted to see her abilities and felt

the attendant

the guards stood up

walked over and placed a cherry on each

Clint a pistol as

the pistol carefully before handing

it-a small-caliber pistol. At least Clint hadn't gone too far by giving her a large-caliber one; otherwise, no matter how accurate her shooting was, the bullet might graze their scalps, leading

hand, feeling its weight thoroughly. She closed her eyes to mentally simulate its model, recoil, wind speed, trajectory, and drop before opening them again quickly. "We can start now," she said

forward and stood about ten meters away

Standing firm.

of disrespecting the prince; they could only lower their

they were all selected through rigorous processes and

that their fear-induced trembling might affect her

young guard trembling in

for a

Turning to Clint:

sky or forest first? It's been a while since

while

watch me; I'll fire some practice shots into the sky

relaxed slightly upon hearing this and no longer felt

in

the sky-birds

guard's cherry-topped head. With a bang followed by several rapid shots-practically sweeping fire-she fired

was still practicing on trees when she suddenly stopped shooting