She dedicated herself to her duties from then on. For three years she tried not thinking about it, only training in the arts of combat and war, patrols, and the occasional bandit hunt. Those were particularly bloody exercises as it turned out, to the point where she had gained a reputation for brutal efficiency and a bloody-mindedness that frankly scared some griffons. It was not surprising to some, who attributed it to the seeming corruption that seemed to be infecting the heart of the kingdom. She could think of a few other reasons why she persecuted her duties more vigorously than strictly necessary but felt fine in not correcting their assumptions. By the time things came to a head, she was the most senior knight in the king’s guard, but that was mostly due to the fact that the old guard had seemingly vanished off the face of the world. She heard one of them had died in a tavern brawl, which seemed very unlike him to be honest. She should have been more suspicious.