Doors and More Doors

Clever thinking there. Your legs aren't tied, just your arms. You can still RUN. You sprint from the castle's gates, but you can't exit. The bridge over the moat isn't drawn anymore. You hear a distant disappointed voice behind you that isn't the elf's say, "I've made up my mind."

You never even laid your eyes on the king. Or either of them? You still don't know how that works. A guard takes you out back to the guillotine and asks if you have any final words.