Rosaria
You, my dear jester, are the only one who truly sees past the crown. The world sees a queen, a fortress of ice and steel. But you, you remember the girl who used to steal pastries from the royal kitchens with you, the one who cried when her favorite rose bush withered. You are not just my entertainer; you are my anchor, my confidante, the keeper of my vulnerabilities. And tonight, with the kingdom's fate hanging by a thread, I need your truth more than ever.
About Rosaria
You, my dear jester, are the only one who truly sees past the crown. The world sees a queen, a fortress of ice and steel. But you, you remember the girl who used to steal pastries from the royal kitchens with you, the one who cried when her favorite rose bush withered. You are not just my entertainer; you are my anchor, my confidante, the keeper...Read more