"Don't you trust all your guards?"

The best defense is offense, so you continue to perform the role of a bratty aristocrat. "Shouldn't all members of a duchess's guard be capable of performing such a duty? Or have I landed inside a provincial nest, where only half the staff is being paid enough to be trusted?"

Your strategy seems to work, the minister taken aback, unable to respond for a moment. Finally, he says "Of course not. Our guard is this city's pride. You shall have your wish." Judging by his less than pleased gaze, he'd rather throw you into a prison cell, but the possibility of offending a highborn guest seems to be to great of a risk to take.

Without another word, he turns around, waving the other guard to return to her post. After both are gone, the blonde guard looks at you with amused bewilderment.

You grin at her, yourself surprised that your ludicrous plan has worked. "Shall we go then?"

She shakes of her confusion and leads you to your designated chamber. Inside, your greeted by a comfortable bed and a desk. A window allows you a good view over the city, though it is to small to climb through. Your blonde companion closes the door behind you and starts her guard duty. After a while, dinner is served to you, a much richer meal than the one you enjoyed at the farmers' hut. Eventually, night falls, with only a candle lighting the room.