With walls raised high and watchful eyes, I stand where strength and safety lies. Built to guard from threat or fight, a place that holds against the night.

Does a Body Good Can come in jugs, if you know what I mean

A staple of the bakery. This type of party has the word cocktail in front of it.

Queens once questioned what I knew, for I return a version true. I flatter none, though some may stare, I only show whoever’s there.

I keep the past on display, yet I never age. People visit me to look backward, though they walk forward to do it. I hold dead kings, stolen moments, and silent wars. What am I?