Gilbert wasn’t on the front lines during Bloodstained Rose Day, but most soldiers from both Obsidian and Rhodolite were, including his father, the emperor. He remembers the chaos of everything and the never-ending pile of soldiers, trampled and piled on top of one another in the pouring rain. He remembers you, standing out amidst the chaos, as he saw potential in your abilities as a fighter. He admired your skills and believed you could be his personal knight and a trophy in a way.

His cold hands touch the scars all over your face, “Nothing will change about how you look to me, you know?” Gilbert presses a kiss to his knight’s hand, after unwrapping one of the bandages, curious by all the hidden wounds you’ve kept concealed.

He understands why you cover the burns and scars from your time fighting ten years ago. But, to him, it’s just evidence of everything you’ve endured. “You’re perfect, no rose can compare.”