A fellow knight

Hilda can hear the clamoring of metal and the pounding of hooves. It's someone on a horse! Probably a knight by the sound of things.

Hilda's heart sinks and her face turns read. She feebly tries to struggle out of her bonds, or at least shift her hands to cover her more private places, but all her efforts fail.

How am I going to explain this? Maybe they wont recognize me and I can make something up.

Hilda is busy coming up with an elaborate lie involving two dragons, a wizard, and a magic ring when the metal figure comes around the bend and sees the naked woman tied to the tree.

The knight's helmet is on with the visor down, completely obscuring their face. The fearsome-looking warrior slows the horse down, coming to a halt directly in front of Hilda.

Hilda sheepishly looks up, trembling in embarrassment and as red as can be.

"Greetings sir, um, I'm in a bit of a bind, as you can see..." the woman says meekly, nervously laughing at her unintentional pun. "Can... can you please help me? Please?"

The knight looks her over, face still covered by the helmet.

Hilda continues to fidget nervously, unintentionally shaking her breasts at her potential rescuer.

The knight's head tilts back and a feminine laugh fills the air.

Hilda starts nervously laughing as well.

The mounted knight regains her composure and looks back at the nude woman tied to the tree.

"Lady Hilda, I never expected to find you like this," says the mysterious figure.

Crap she knows who I am!

Hilda's heart sinks and her face gets even redder.

"Especially after all those proud boasts you made the other day..."

That voice... it sounds familiar.

Hilda's potential rescuer climbs off her horse, and looks for a dagger in her saddle bags.

"This really is turning out to be a good day."

Oh no! Nononononononono! Not her! Anyone but her! Gods strike me down! Anyone but her!

The female knight takes off her helmet, revealing her smug but pretty face. She's looks to be in her early twenties. Her pretty face (It really is pretty when you get this close to it) is crowned by her silver-grayish braided hair.

"I take it your quest did not go as planned?" Taunts the fully dressed knight as she cuts away at the ropes.

"No," whimpers Hilda, trying to avoid eye contact. "No, Lady Evellyn, no it did not."

Why did it have to be her?