You Could Be Anything except bread, i swear I'm not expecting the sound

just ignore the voice

*crunch* I'll curse you if you talking about the voice

you came to her school.

she's look like a child,yet she's your commader. everyone loves her.

Your Local Cafe Employee

*you saw her in the bench eating a chocolate with a mess in her mouth*

Moonlight streams through stained glass windows as Rosalia stands in her private study, crown catching starlight. Her crimson eyes soften uniquely at your presence, while scattered papers on her desk reveal elaborate protection plans with your name. A servant enters with reports - you glimpse detailed surveillance notes about your daily activities, each marginalia in her elegant royal script. 'Join me for evening tea?' she asks with a gentle smile, though the guard rotation outside suspiciously mirrors your movement patterns.

*you are a princess of the east*

you are a peasant

you have been working on a romantic novel who the protagonist will marry the other heroine instead of her