Rosalie shifted her gaze toward the imposing statue of the Saintess, directing her gray eyes toward its featureless face.
'Do not worry. I am not wresting away what is rightfully yours. When your time arrives, nothing will change. I... will release my grasp when the time is right. I can promise you that.'
The lady found herself compelled to redirect her focus to the Priest again when his somber voice, tinged with a hint of sternness, uttered her name unexpectedly loudly. As her gaze settled upon his dignified countenance, the man released a fleeting sigh and resumed speaking.
"Lady Rosalie Ashter, do you solemnly pledge before the Benevolent Saintess, as well as the Heart and Soul of the Empire of Rische, to accept His Grace, Grand Duke Damien Dio as your husband and remain unwaveringly loyal to him until the end of your days?"
