Bang!
With the sound of gunfire, a streak of flame shot across, and a gray shadow leapt from the grass before falling heavily to the ground.
It was a plump gray rabbit, hit precisely between the eyes by a bullet, its fur unharmed.
"Haha, how about that? If I weren't the Queen, I'd definitely be the Kingdom's top marksman!"
Liweina gently blew at the nonexistent smoke from the gun barrel and turned back to give Aiven a triumphant smile.
Having ruled this country for 30 years, Her Majesty the Queen styled her brilliant golden-red hair into an exquisite bun on top of her head, adorned with a relatively simple Platinum Crown.
She wore a fiery red off-shoulder dress that lacked any monarchical dignity, her fair feet clad in intricate golden openwork high heels.
Emerging from beneath the dress, a jade-like calf bore a winding golden-blue rose vine that extended from her smooth, fair back into a spectacularly vivid cluster of blooming roses.
