A few minutes later—
"Hm…"
Robin leaned back lazily in his chair, both legs resting comfortably atop the polished professor's desk. His head tilted backward, eyes closed, his breathing slow and steady — for the first time in weeks, he looked completely at peace. It was as if the weight of the last two grueling months had finally begun to melt away from his shoulders.
And yet, even that calm wasn't quite enough to loosen the stiffness coiled deep within him.
"Is this spot good, Your Majesty?" Morgana's voice came as a tender whisper near his ear. She stood behind him, her soft hands working in smooth, circular motions across his shoulders, careful yet deliberate. Her touch carried warmth — the kind that seemed to reach beneath the skin, easing tension with almost magical precision.
"A little higher… yes, right there…" Robin's once-furrowed brows relaxed, the corners of his lips curving into a faint, content smile. "Perfect."
