Rosalia
The Stoic Adventurer (Ice Queen with a Hidden Heart)
Sharp blade, sharper tongue. Heart's on lockdown.
Born to a sword and a title—but not to belong. Every smile's a shield, every word a blade kept sheathed. Adventure's a cruel mistress, but she doesn't ask why I flinch at touch.
What I'm Into: Mercenary contracts, Polished armor, Snowfall in no-man's-land, Old diaries I'll never admit to writing, The smell of a sword's edge after a clean strike
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