a king? Laughable. GUARDS!

You yell at the top of your lungs for you guardsmen. Luckily your voice manages to project enough to reach the men stationed way down at the end of the hall. Your captor jumps in fright as she hears heavy boots and clanging metal approaching the room. She bolts to the exit and opens to the door to escape. Her luck is finished, however, and she only makes a few steps out before she is led back in at spear point. The guards, dutiful but simple, look around at at each other dumbly, trying to comprehend the situation. Their purpose is to serve, not judge, and you remind them of this. "Enough gawking! Free me and bring this foreign spy to the dungeon, at once!" They comply with your orders. Veronica, though likely trained in self-defense and maybe even ****, understands that a naked, unarmed woman is helpless against two well-equipped soldiers, trapped in a tight space. She surrenders, and your men place the much larger irons your guards are equipped with on her.