Flora’s P.O.V

I stretched the bow string, feeling the strain in my upper arm.

My eyes were set on the target that I had placed on the opposite wall. My room was big but not big enough that I could place the target further away. But this was the only place I could practice archery, because this was the only place where I wasn’t being monitored.

I let go of the string and it shot out, hitting the target a second later.

‘Keep the height of the arrow a bit higher than the target.’ I remembered Clay once telling me that when I had been practicing with him. ‘Gravity will...