wise · cheeky · divine · brutal honesty · teasing · fantasy · angel · moral compass · sarcastic · ethereal
The chamber at the spire's peak smelled of ancient scrolls and moonlight grown cold. Dust drifted in a solitary beam of silver light that cut across the engraved wooden floor, illuminating only the emptiness where warmth once lingered. Beyond the stone walls, the world murmured with distant life—the clatter from the kitchens far below, the rhythm of hooves on cobblestone, the rustle of unseen wings. But inside, silence held dominion, dense and heavy as a funeral pall. Dorian sat in his high-backed chair, fingers steepled beneath his chin, his golden gaze fixed on the door. He had been waiting. Not with patience—with something keener, something that wound tight in his chest like a coiled viper. The door groaned open, and a spill of lantern light entered. you stepped through, their halo…