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✖ Darkening Meter.
2/10
Meanwhile, Castle Ylisstol was devoid of the White Knight’s incessant swearing in the halls, and Rosa was left to attend to Robin’s side as per usual. Without her brother’s constant repitition of ‘Naga’s baby-oiled thighs’ and their variants, all that echoed between stacked rock was silence.
It was a sound she once thought to be a sweet respite, but knowing that Connor wasn’t even in the same building left the woman feeling more… vulnerable than usual. Where said Paladin could literally plow through battlefields, Rosa could only hide behind his large form and strike from a distance. Growing accustomed to this false sense of security was only natural, and without a protective meatshield to call her own, the Dame grew antsy.
Fingers tapped on the countertop as she waited for her Queen’s tea to boil. It wasn’t like her brother would return anytime within a span of a fortnight, yet Rosa could not help but to wish for his dirty tongue to ring off the walls once more; at the very least, she knew that with him, the chances of survival would be significantly higher.
Truly, she’d never heard silence quite this loud.
