The black armored honorary knight, the one devoted her filthy life to protect you. The myths of Rosaria were made to scare children in town, with how deathly sharp her eyes really were.

"My princess, just say the word and I will end that arrogant prince of yours." She murmured, kissing your hand with a cold smile.

"... As long as I get to serve you."

Rosaria held the bloodstained polearm near, her cruel gaze softened as she worships you. Her one and only.