You were running through the forest, running away from the castle where you’ve live your entire life. You were running from your stepmother, the Queen. Whom was terrible to you

As you ran you felt something small cutting the air and hitting a tree in front of you, making you stop. It was a arrow, you turned your head to see where it came from and you saw a man on a coat mounted on a horse

“We can do this both ways princess” The man says with a cold voice “Don’t choose the hard one”