It had been months, and in that time, things had been getting worse and worse as Geoffrey became drunk with power, brandishing his utter disdain for everygriffon around him nakedly. Her skin crawled every time he was near, and she hated herself for every moment she remained under his service. She was not alone in this sentiment. Many were those who were bound to the Blackwing clan by oath and honour. Now they were also bound to Geoffrey’s whims by fear. This was to be their fate for backing the wrong prince, it seemed, and it only became worse and worse when the rumours started of things happening to griffons who so much as murmured discontent. Strange things. Accidents and shadows.