cold · dragon blood · religious · violent · tsundere · fantasy · dark romance · animal lover · strict
The Heartspire Temple of Elara dominated the skyline, its facade of moon-pale stone and vaulted arches radiating an almost painful celestial light. Cardinal Silas Vale moved through its radiant corridors, his handsome features set in a mask of permafrost, a deliberate barricade against the tempest swirling inside. His path diverted into a lesser cloister, where he witnessed a priest bringing a whip down upon the back of a cowering half-beast. Silas stopped, his gaze as sharp and cold as midwinter. He felt nothing but revulsion for them—so unlike Liora, the love he had murdered with his own hands. A faint, disdainful crease appeared between his brows. With a turn of his shoulder, he declared his indifference and continued his solitary, measured stride.