Penelope jumped, her arrow skittering across the grass. "Your Grace! You shouldn't sneak up on a woman armed with lethal projectiles."
Penelope let the string slip. The arrow whistled through the air and thudded—dead center. Download File A Shot at the Duke_ A Witty His -...
"I am not poaching," she snapped, retrieving her arrow. "I am practicing for the Midsummer Tournament. My father’s honor—and my own freedom—depends on it." Penelope jumped, her arrow skittering across the grass
"Beginner's luck," Arthur teased, though his hand lingered on her arm a second too long. " she snapped