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?"

at Joyce, his eyes gleaming. "A shooting range

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

handed Joyce a cup of

throat parched, Joyce took the cup and drank it all in one go. The refreshing green tea cooled her lungs and

tea, she set

playful and expectant look on his face. He

the attendant

up and lined

and placed

he handed Clint a pistol as

examined the pistol carefully before handing it

took 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 to bloody

model, recoil, wind speed,

step forward and stood about ten

Standing firm.

fear of disrespecting the prince; they could only lower their heads deeply. The row of guards was extremely tense but dared not show it; they stood rigidly

selected through rigorous processes and had

their fear-induced trembling might affect her

she noticed one young guard trembling in

for

Turning to Clint:

the sky or forest first? It's been a while since I handled a gun; I

nodded while

shouted at the guards ahead: "Don't watch me; I'll fire some practice shots into the sky and forest first. When I'm ready to start for

relaxed slightly upon hearing this and

responded in

aim at targets in the sky-birds flying by-and then

trembling young guard's cherry-topped head. With a bang followed by several rapid shots-practically sweeping

on trees when