The gallop of hooves drums ahead of me, and I skid to a halt, suddenly doubting whether whoever is hiding in the trees is on my side. I’m about to turn and take my chances facing the footsteps behind me, when the horse rounds a tree trunk into view. The rider is a woman, her red velvet dress embroidered with gold and rubies, a matching crown braided into her hair. Before I can blink, she raises a wooden bow, nocks the arrow, and aims past my head. At least, I hope she’s aiming at something other than my head.