There was indeed a certain primal rush upon pulling the trigger. An even bigger rush came from hitting the target. A slow smile crept across her face as she stared long and hard at the bolt in the target. She giggled a bit at the kiss, pride swelling inside her.

"I can hardly claim credit, Majesty," Anne nudged him playfully. "I had an excellent teacher after all."

And it certainly wasn't her father. Or George.