Joan was laughingly showing Bella what was wrong with her form, bending her wrist as the princess had done, then straightening the wrist to show her how much steadier it would be. Bella whined that she hadn’t the strength. “That is the purpose of practice, to build strength,” said Efa, nodding her approval of Joan’s correction. Joan let go the arrow, cheering as it landed close to center. Bella sighed loudly—she was lately of the opinion that a noblewoman should not express enthusiasm. Efa was oddly quiet, and as Joan turned to her she saw the cause. “Almost perfect, cousin!” Ned called out as he joined them, kissing her neck, then snaking his arms round to adjust her hands in a slightly different grip. “See? Even steadier.” Another kiss. He’d made a habit of this of late, catching her by surprise and drawing her close, kissing, touching, breathing in her ear. Countess Catherine had quickly gone from being pleased with his omnipresence, seeing Will’s delight, to shrilly criticizing Joan for encouraging the prince.
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