With the Elders having left the room, those of the younger sort stayed inside the dining hall to partake in some drinks. Clara knew that such a thing was the norm for them, but with Darius's mate being present, some of the better drinks and bottles were being brought up by her beloved king.
"Tonight is the night for celebration," King Darius firmly declared. "If we're going to drink, then we should have nothing less than the best."
Clara could only watch with a pang of jealousy as her beloved king called for his servants for the best bottles of wine from the castle's cellar. Still, she kept her composure as she waited for her opportunity to spring her trap.
"Your drink, my love."
"Thank you, my King."
