An action romance.
Diana, the princess of Christoria, was abducted by her father's enemy, King Sebastian, when she was just five years old. Raised in the dark and soulless kingdom of Rolleto, she eventually uncovers Sebastian's sinister plan to dest...
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Diana's POV
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"I am pleased to observe that both of you have made a complete recovery," Pedro begins, his tone expressing satisfaction.
"We have not," Thompson interjects.
"Now, with your recovery behind us, we can embark upon rigorous training," he ignores Thompson , a brief smile gracing his features before he continues, "I implore you to follow me."
We trail behind him as he leads us to a remarkable infrastructure. It's a shooting range. There are shooting lanes, bullet traps to catch projectiles, target systems, and safety measures such as barriers or protective gear.
"Behold the shooting range, where we engage in the honing of marksmanship skills," he gestures toward the room occupied by fellow combatants. "Within this arena, the supervision of all activities is done by Will."
A tall man, probably Will, nods at us with a distant expression. Thompson nods back in response.
"Observe," Pedro proceeds to demonstrate the proper handling of a firearm.
"We're quite skilled at this, you see. While we were avoiding danger and fighting to stay alive, we naturally became professionals" Thompson asserts.
"Yet, the question remains: are your skills precise?" Pedro retorts, handing over a small firearm into Thompson's grasp. "Understand that our training doesn't limit us to small weapons. In real battles, we often need to use smaller guns . Only our sharpshooters are familiar with large weapons."
I nod in understanding. So I'm actually going to need to use a gun to defend myself once again. Why can't my life be simple and boring?
Thompson taks a position, his aim resulting in a successful strike against the target's head. "A triumphant shot, done with ease," he remarks, a self-assured grin gracing his face.
Pedro, though not vocalizing his thoughts, betrays a minor furrow of his brow. "Diana," he directs his attention toward me, pointing at the firearm.
I retrieve the weapon from Thompson and find my footing.
Leveraging my dominant eye, I align my sightline with precision, taking my time to alignment the firearm beneath the said eye.
While I remain focused on my objective, Thompson interjects, "Come on, quit dragging your feet and take a shot already.."
"Allow her to concentrate, young master," Pedro intercedes.
In due course, I execute a shot, the impact locating the target's shoulder.
"While not lethal, it's still pretty painful," Pedro takes the gun from me, referring to my shot. "We need deadlier hits. Follow me."
He throws the firearm to Will, who catches it with ease.
