Make a run for it

Instinct wins out over prudent thinking, leading to a rash of fear. Images if prison and the gallows fill your mind, and cause your body to give chase. You roll out of the Princesses bed in a hurry, running towards one of the large windows. You give a full push, tumbling out of it as you go. You lose balance and roll down the roof of the castle, nearly falling off. Youre able to grasp to the edge, your nude body on full display to the nobles below. Seeing their eyes and their blushed faces, you're tempted to just let go and let the embarassment and humiliation end forever. You temper the temptation and instead heave yourself up. You see the guards, armed with crossbows, trying to take aim at you. You scurry, trying to run as best you can across the slanted ground. The awkwardness actually is to your benefit, as the near falls allow a few of the bolts to whiz by you.

Reaching the end, you jump forward with all your energy, landing on another roof, off from the castle. You look back, seeing guards marshalling together, still trying to pursue you. You continue your escape, running and jumping from one building to the next. You take a bad step, falling through what you thought was solid footing, only to land in soft, dry hay. You take a few seconds to gain sense as to where you are now and come up with a new plan, rushing into the closest door you can find. Inside is a warm, dimly lit area, with a crackling fire and a large counter, filled with ingredients and half cooked items.

"Why, hello handsome!" You hear from behind you, as a woman enters through another door. Likely middle aged, a stout, hearty human woman, no doubt sampling everything that comes in and out of her kitchen. Yourself included, based on how she stares at you. "I havent seen a lean, specimen of a young man like you since I was allowed to tour the palace."

"Well, thank you, miss, but I made a wrong turn and I really should be off. I dont suppose you have a few garments I can parlay off you, is there?"

"Ohhh, you can parlay all of these clothes young stud" your body goes warm in self anger of your poor word choice, and the predicament you find yourself in. She sees your seeming ****, and tries to convince you.

"I'm not asking you to fall in love with me big boy. I just need a few minutes alone before my incompetent husband gets home"

"Please" she says more serious and pleading as she steps uncomfortably close "let me feel like a whole woman, just this once"