It flew.…..and hit the target. Not the center, but close enough.
"Excellent!" The Emperor clapped. "Again!"
I shot again. And again. Getting better with each attempt.
On the final shot, something strange happened.
The arrow flew farther than it should have. Much farther. It sailed past the target, past the clearing, deep into the forest.
The Emperor frowned, folding his arms. "That's odd. The bow shouldn't have that much power. Wait here, I'll retrieve it."
"No!" The word came out before I could stop it. "I mean.….let me, Father. Please. I want to."
He hesitated. "Roxanne, you might get lost—"
"I'll be careful. I promise. Just.….let me?"
He studied me for a moment, then sighed. "Very well. But don't go far, and shout if you need help."
"Of course."
I headed into the forest, following the arrow's trajectory. I began to think.
Killer. King Cassian called the Duke 'killer.'
What happened between them? What's the real story?
The Duke killed his sister. But why? How?
