The two servants carried around trays of pewter cups as we stepped down from the carriage with the help of a finely dressed footmen. Each guest was offered one. My eyes were rolling as Carl and Eddy cheered taking the cups and downed half the contents before we had even walked into the castle. Self-control was evidently not on their minds tonight.
I thought about it for a minute, but something told me not to drink whatever we were given. This man, Dorian Lark, was still a stranger and if anything made it clear that he did not care for outsiders at all with his cruel remarks. I would always watch what was poured for me unless I knew who ordered it, such as Julia. Royalty or not, I am not taking that offering.
The tray came over to me and the servant offered me the final cup. I looked at
