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?"

confidence in yourself?" Clint glanced at Joyce, his eyes gleaming. "A shooting range is so dull

scoffed. Boring or interesting-was that all

handed Joyce a cup

in one go. The refreshing green tea cooled her lungs and calmed her chest. Anger was a shooter's worst enemy; she needed to stabilize

tea, she set the cup down

thoughtfully, a playful and expectant look on his face. He genuinely wanted to

attendant

the guards stood up and lined up in a

over and placed a

Clint

pistol carefully before handing it to

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

closed her eyes to mentally simulate its model, recoil, wind speed, trajectory, and drop

a step forward and stood about ten meters away from

Standing firm.

maids dared not turn their backs for fear of disrespecting the prince; they could only lower their heads deeply. The row of guards was

processes

their fear-induced trembling

guard trembling in fear-a dangerous

thought for

Turning to Clint:

first? It's been a

nodded while sipping his

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

slightly upon hearing this and no longer

in unison:

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

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

on trees when she suddenly stopped shooting and