Let her go. Your father won't believe a peasant!
From Lord Of Utterdom
You let her run off, well aware that your word as a Prince is far greater than that of a mere peasant.
Sure enough, not but twenty minutes later, your father and his advisor storm into the room with the servant girl in tow. He demands to know the truth about her accusations, and you, now fully dressed and enjoying a glass of wine, feign shock. You play at being the victim, standing accused of a crime you did not commit.
You make up a story about the girl once telling you she wished to lay with you, and that you had to spurn her advances. You declare that this must be her retaliation.
When she claims that other servants saw her being raped, you offer to fetch the peasants yourself.
You find them downstairs and offer then a great sum to keep their mouths shut. The gold is too much, and they readily agree to go along with your side of the story.
Your father is dismayed when he hears the peasants take your side. In anger, he has the servant girl brought to the lash, where she takes the whip twenty times before collapsing, her back a raw, bloody, cut up mess.
She's dead within the hour from pure blood loss and you're free to carry on as if nothing has occured.
