Yell for help

With your arm held fast and your movements restricted somewhat by your feminine attire, you decide your best hope is for someone to hear you calling for assistance.

"Help! Someone help me!" You call out as loud as you can, fear raising your voice to a girlish pitch. You struggle to pull free while you shout, hoping your attacker will be scared off enough to flee.

You seem to be out of luck though, because he simply struggles to pull you further into the alleyway, one grubby hand grabbing at your mouth to try to silence you. You manage to continue blurting out a few more cries for help before he firmly clamps his hand over your mouth, pushing you up against the wall of one of the buildings.

You feel the man's unclean body pressing you against the wall, and he's got a bit of a mean look in his eyes now as he glares at you from up close.

"Ya shouldn't have gone shoutin' like that. Now I'll have ta dispose of you quick when I'm done." He licks his lips, and you feel a lump in his pants pressing up against your lower body, but luckily, he doesn't have any free hands to undress either of you at the moment.

You continue struggling as he tries to pull you to the ground, but you're shaking so hard that you can't muster any strength. Are you really going to be violated by a common criminal almost within shouting distance of your family's own castle? Despite being a man, no less...

As you're losing hope, shouting suddenly erupts from the end of the alleyway, and a figure rushes in.

The grubby man releases you and turns to meet the intruder, but his head is swept from his shoulders in the blink of an eye.

You see that the figure is Sir Broderick, and you can make out the shapes of the men he'd selected as additional bodyguards shortly behind him. "Are you unharmed, prince?" There's an urgent and serious note in his voice; the Captain isn't the type to relax on the job.