“This has gone far enough, Henri. I will not stand for your lies,” the duke said softly. The bird was tall for a griffon, possessing a slim frame and long, strong wings. His black feathers were streaked with silver in places, but the down of his feathers and the shadows of his eyes were off-gold in colour. He turned, shifting the sapphire cloak he wore as he regarded the fat count. Henri’s blue eyes were unfocused and looking elsewhere, swirling the rich, red wine in his goblet. 