2 July 1897
Devonshire House, London
I raised the long, curved bow and with two fingers pulled back its string, all the while resisting the urge to remove one of the silver-shafted arrows nestled in the quiver slung over my shoulder.
“It would be so easy,” I said, a sigh escaping my lips as I gazed across the ballroom.
“Too easy.” My husband, his dark eyes sparkling, lowered my weapon with a single finger. “It would be beneath you, Emily.”
“It is not often one is permitted to arm oneself at a ball,”
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