Chapter 15 –
Away from the corridor where Vanessa had run, in an open field, King Theodore stood with a revolver in his hands. Pointing it forward with little to no concentration, he aimed at the bull's eye of the target.
BANG. The bullet hit exactly where it was aimed, leaving a hole in the target.
"Your shots are really great, Milord." Ralph complimented. He was standing a distance away, his hands crossed behind his back.
A servant brought a bow and arrow instead, on Theodore's order.
"Has Dermot already left?" Theodore drew the bowstring and let it go so the arrow could fly and hit the bull's eye.
"Yes. And he said to give this to you." Ralph stepped forward to show Theodore the book he had been holding.
Theodore's eyes narrowed at the book as he recognized it. A book filled with love poems.
