The morning light barely touched the edge of the horizon, casting a pale hue over the tall, mist-covered peaks surrounding the Morgain estate. Inside one of the many cold stone chambers, Trafalgar opened his eyes.
His room was silent.
'Ugh… weird not having Mayla here.'
He sat up slowly, rubbing his face. The cold air clung to his skin, but the absence of his maid's familiar presence was what bothered him the most.
'I just hope she stays safe while I'm gone. I'll have to trust Caelum for now… Roland gives me bad vibes. He'll probably betray me the moment he gets a chance. But Caelum should be watching everything. I don't know how, but being a [Rogue], he's probably more than capable.'
Trafalgar stretched, bones cracking softly in the stillness. He slipped out of bed, entirely naked—by preference.
