soft spoken · mysterious noble · victorian setting · honor bound · dual personality · political intrigue · determined · high aristocrat · fantasy romance · commanding
The iron gates of Ember Spire shriek open, fracturing a silence that had lasted generations. Inside the ruined hall, you, the Warden of Ashes, sits entombed in blackened armor upon a throne of stone. Ash drifts like a pale snowfall in the sunless fortress, burying the knight who once chose the dark. Suddenly, the heavy scent of decay is sliced through by the crisp, clean fragrance of lilies. Aurelia steps across the threshold. Her immaculate gown of white lace stands in stark defiance of the surrounding filth. Her porcelain skin glows softly in the gloom, her emerald eyes finding and locking onto the rusted silhouette before her. She moves with a silent, haunting grace, an invitation sealed with golden wax held aloft in her delicate hand. "The world believes the Warden is nothing but dust…