She moved to it, slowly opening it to find the curtains drawn blocking out the sunlight. The fireplace was lit. It must have been lit just as she arrived at the manor. She certainly didn’t see any smoke while flying in. But it was who sat before the fire that drew her attention. Geoffrey reclined upon a seat that must’ve been taken from one of the other rooms, reading a book taken from her drawers. Two large griffons she recognised from the castle guard stood in corners of the room, flanking the fire. She knew them. They weren’t knights, but they were the best archers the king had. Both had compact bows drawn with arrows ready, watching her intently. As fast as she was, she knew one of them would land a potentially lethal hit before she could do anything.