Dragged back...

You knocked out cold upon arriving back at the castle. Hours later you awaken in the courtyard of the castle. A crowd has gathered, the whole guard, servants, and gentry of the castle. The soldiers **** you onto a wooden cross.

"This vile elf tried to **** a human noble woman of our castle. The only recourse is castration and crucifixion. Let the punishment be sentenced so that all savages may know their place." The herald steps to the side, and the soldiers gather their hammers. One by one they slam their nails into you. Destroying your wrists, the bones in your feet, and cutting out your tonuge. Finally one grabs their dagger and presses the cold metal to your genitals.

You look into the crowd, and she stares back at you, the woman with the saffron curls. She is hurt, yet satisfied that her standing will not be ruined for talking to you.

The knife slices and a slurry of blood drips as you are hoisted up. The weight of your body hanging on the nails is excruciating. You die from your wounds and exposure shortly after.