A maiden's lace is her steel. Her ribbons are chains. Her hat is her helmet, and she surreptitiously changes the blood that flows from her wounds into true rose petals.... You are a noble being that no one may touch... Yes, the ideal aristocratic maiden, in my imagination, is very much like you... Say, I can see wings on your back - wings, with the luster of velvet. Please keep flying freely, without fear.
Source: Oh, Maiden, Advance With a Sword and a Rose
Contributed by: Jaynix