I sat at the table in John's room with my back properly straightened. I need to act like the noble lady I am in front of his knight. The butler from earlier walked in and set a cup of tea on the table. I thanked him and swirled the tea with the teaspoon. The cup was silver and did not change color. Hmm. It seems like this drink is not poisonous. A feeling still told me not to drink it. I pushed aside the cup of tea as John entered. His usual happy personality was gone. Now he had a solemn look on his face. It actually looked like he was a harsh word away from crying. I turned my face. I can not feel guilty right now. I must not.
A large burly man ducked to fit in the door as he followed John. My jaw fell on its own. Holy shit!
