The gold-draped fur on the back of her neck stood on end as Princess recognized the weapon in the rider's arms, stretched taught with an arrow. She stood mesmerized by the sight, the thought of running completely out of her mind. This was not the first time Princess had been in a bad situation, but Haven was already ahead of her and could not save her this time. The rider continued his approach with weapon drawn, but the pretty woman simply stood there rigid, unable to move out of fear and disbelief.
Anann's battle cry triggered a series of events: The rider let go of the arrow at the same time as turning, startled by the sound, and Princess screamed as the arrow ripped through the air just to her left. The young Lady Chance fell backwards, landing roughly on the hard ground as the rider focused on Anann. He recognized that she was the threat here, not Princess. Despite having the attention drawn away from her, however, the woman remained on the ground, the fallen, distressed damsel that she always seemed to be.
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