Trafalgar walked the dim corridors of the Morgain castle, each step echoing faintly against the stone walls. The servants had already withdrawn for the night, leaving the halls eerily quiet. His hand pushed open the heavy wooden door to his old chamber, and a stale draft greeted him.
The room wasn't untouched by time, but it was close. Only a few months had passed since he'd last slept here, yet dust clung stubbornly to the corners, and a thin layer dulled the furniture. No one had bothered to clean it. No one cared.
He stepped inside slowly, his eyes roaming the familiar space. 'Two months, he thought. That's all it's been. But it feels like another lifetime.'
