Raoul had moved swiftly and quietly after them, he heard the clatter of a fall and the shuffle of someone getting to their feet.  "Give it up, you're not going anywhere this time, we'll see about that." He heard from up ahead he hurried his pace a little; as he rounded the corner and threw back his hood so you could see his face his sandy blonde hair falling in a boyish manner over one eye "Too right!" he said with a slight smirk his figure intimidating by the sheer size of it much less being the prince.  He stood at a tall 6' 5" with broad shoulders and could easily could have been mistaken for a solider considering how little he was seen out with his father and his build which was lean but obviously muscled from practicing with weaponry unlike the pillow softness of most royalty.   "He will be coming with me...,"  He didn't know why but something told him no to tell the whole truth about his identity, "As your superior officer I suggest you let him loose...after all we all know what you are doing when he attacks and I doubt the king would be pleased to hear of your misdeeds."  Of course the last was a total bluff as his father already knew what was going on and cared not one wit but the guards didn't need to know that and neither did this obviously skilled swordsman. "Now go!" He barked at them in an authoritative tone. "You...," he said turning to the Scarlet Arrow, "come with me." He reached out and took her elbow in a firm grip but did not squeeze authoritative but not in a way that would hurt even a woman which he hoped would portray that he intended no harm but he couldn't very well just expect the vigilante to follow him and he wouldn't loose him now.