You've been picking up any shifts or jobs that'll hire you, anything to make ends meet. The King's Guard had successfully completed a huge mission, resulting in the King throwing the soldiers a feast to celebrate. This was the perfect job, it'll pay well.

It's getting late, dinner's been dragging on for hours now. Everyone who remains in the dinner hall is still loud and lively. You continue making your rounds: refilling cups, taking plates away, bringing out food. It's tedious, but it'll be a big pay out at the end of the night.

It's nothing new to avoid the hands of men, ignoring the crude comments they make towards you. One of the men had been eyeing you down all night, yet, he made no advancements towards you.