Disclaimer: If I owned Hellsing I would be on cloud nine, instead of being stuck on this little mud ball of a planet...

Honor on the Rocks

She was a Royal knight

Of the prestigious round table.

Honor bound to protect Queen, country, and Church.

All the while with nary an outlet for her heart…

She was as cold as ice

Caged in glass since 14

This life was all she knew,

Integrity was her name and no one could contradict her

But at the prime age of 23 what she wanted was a glass of wine

And she was living with it

Fruity and posh she often wondered

If he ever wished to be freed from his servitude

Or at least if the blood rushed to his head

When he hung from the ceiling like that

As some cruel joke of fate

Not long after she found him, she fell

But honor would hide the treacle emotion

Only the benighted she loved would know

Honor was the only thing making her forlorn

On the other hand she would have been more

Inclined to be with if they

Hadn't been watching