Kill the handmaidens. They won't be bothering you any longer.
From Create Your Own Story
Like a Roman gladiator, your drive the six inch blade into the dip of their collar bone. Death finds the first handmaiden quickly. The last sees what is coming and tries to fight, but you overcome her in mere seconds and drive the blade hilt deep. The angle was wrong on the second maiden, and you only nick the artery. Death does not come so gracefully. The handmaiden, a young girl of the court, falls to her knees. Small-time nobles from small fiefs across the kingdom often send their daughters to the court as 'ladies in waiting'. During this time, they learn what it means to be part of courtly life, and tend to the needs of their higher-born cousins. This girl is no more than sixteen years old. She slaps one hand at her collar, and the other braces her against the floor. Her breath quivers as shock sets in. There is a waterfall of red pouring from her wound.
You turn your eyes away. You turn them to the Duchess. She has already fixed her gaze upon your. Her emerald pools swelled with tears, but none escaped. Her face was soft, and beautiful. Heart shaped, with just the smallest touches of freckles on her sun kissed skin. The Northern summers had done this to her. The tanned skin did not go well with her natural Southern red hair, but even that had been bleached by the sun. The Duchess' dress was of northern style - light, wispy, and immodest. The transparent white fabric fell from golden clasps at her shoulders, decoratively braided down before flaring out to cup her breasts. The sheer fabric gave just enough away to show the pert shape of her taut, young curves, and the distinctive hue of hot pink nipples. Her chest heaved as she held back tears. She was horrified, but she was not losing her head.
You know that the Red Lance is coming. You know that he intends to break her. He intends to clear away whatever the Northerners put in her head during her last 10 years of political hostage. You know he intends to start a war...
Abandon the Red Lance. Use the chaos as cover and run away with Duchess Elena.
