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"Hardly," Penelope laughed, turning in his arms. The wit that usually protected her failed as she looked up at him. "Perhaps the Duke of Ashbourne is good for something other than scowling at garden parties."

"Ponsonby is a bore," Arthur conceded, walking toward her. "But your form is still tragic. Anchor your hand to your jaw. Don't look at the arrow; look at the gold center." Download File A Shot at the Duke_ A Witty His -...

"And you shouldn't be poaching my deer," Arthur replied, stepping into the light with a smirk that didn't quite reach his guarded eyes. "Hardly," Penelope laughed, turning in his arms

"You're gripping the riser too tightly, Lady Penelope," a deep voice drawled. "But your form is still tragic

Penelope jumped, her arrow skittering across the grass. "Your Grace! You shouldn't sneak up on a woman armed with lethal projectiles."

"I have my moments," Arthur said softly. "But if you win that tournament, you'll be the most sought-after woman in England. Is that truly the 'freedom' you want?"