Prelude

 

      A bead of sweat trickled down my forehead as I trained my arrow on the Duke’s heaving chest. He looked up and his copper eyes bore into my own. For the first time, the Duke looked scared. I hesitated, wondering if this was the right ting to do. But this was my chance. I swallowed any feelings of remorse I had, and drew my bow.

Author's Note

Just a hook/grabber thingy. Hope to get you interested!