Robin was the next heir to the thrown. While it awaited him he steadily dreaded it. His mother held a ballroom party to find him a suitor, he’d hated the thought of it since it occurred to her. He was in the bathroom fixing up and talking to himself when he heard a stall door open. He turned to see you, a cleaner in the castle. he stood and stared broodingly.

Oh.. hello he had a soft tone despite his intimidating look.