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?"

his eyes gleaming. "A shooting range is so dull

Boring or interesting-was that all he

handed Joyce a cup

The refreshing green tea cooled her lungs and calmed her chest.

set the cup

face. He genuinely wanted

the attendant brought

up and lined up in

walked over and placed a cherry on

he handed Clint a

examined the pistol carefully before handing

large-caliber one; otherwise, no matter how accurate her

simulate its model, recoil,

a step forward and stood about ten meters away

Standing firm.

maids watching nearby. Some timid maids dared not turn their backs for fear of disrespecting the prince; they could

rigorous processes and

concern was that their

noticed one young guard trembling in fear-a dangerous

thought for a

Turning to Clint:

a few practice shots into the sky or forest first? It's been a while

nodded while

the sky and forest first. When I'm

relaxed slightly upon hearing this and no

in unison:

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

gun toward the trembling young guard's cherry-topped head. With a bang followed by several rapid shots-practically sweeping fire-she fired quickly

thought Joyce was still practicing on trees when she suddenly stopped shooting and