"You— What do you think you're doing!?" Fraunces's expression immediately changed.
"Since Dame Fraunces learned archery at a very young age, I am certain that you must have learned how to avoid an arrow in what…. a week? No…" Rosalind smirked. "A week is too long. Make it a day. The Dame must have learned how to avoid arrows in a day, right?"
Looking back, she really should not have saved this woman from that Clinton Moller.
"Are you threatening me?"
"Depends…" Rosalind responded. "Do you feel threatened?"
"What?" Fraunces snorted. "Why would someone like you threaten me?"
"Exactly." Rosalind lowered the bow. "Why would someone like me, scare you?"
"You— Who told you that I am scared?"
Rosalind snorted in response. Then she aimed her arrow at the target board. She let go and, as expected, missed the target.
"If that was human… " Rosalind looked back at Fraunces. "It would have been dead by now. I would have missed the heart- but not the head."
