In the vast solitude of his grand chamber, Robin sat alone. His gaze was fixed on the cold, polished floor beneath him, the silence so thick it could shatter.
He wasn't meditating, nor was he resting - he was thinking. Thinking with the weight of centuries pressing against his mind.
But such silence rarely lasted long. A familiar voice rang in his thoughts - soft, perceptive, and ever-vigilant.
Chapter Comments (0)
Login to comment.