Flashback
At the grand dining table, adorned with shimmering candles and an array of delicious dishes, my group and Prince Philip were enjoying dinner together. Cups of wine and glasses of water sparkled under the candlelight, creating a warm and friendly atmosphere. My seat next to the Prince provided the perfect opportunity to discuss my plans.
While chewing on tender meat, I mustered the courage to whisper my request. "Excuse me, Prince," my voice sounded soft, almost like a sigh.
The Prince turned with slight curiosity but remained calm. "Hmm... What's the matter?" he asked in a low tone, keeping our conversation private.
I took a deep breath, trying to gather my courage. "Could you help me gather some people? But not from the knights. They should be commoners," I said hopefully.
The Prince nodded slowly, his sharp eyes focusing on me with great attention. "Why do you need commoners?" he asked, curious.
