The east side of the city is the very heart of Sacrosanct - it's unique skyline is a clash between modern sky rises and small Victorian-inspired storefronts. In the heart of downtown, the sleek colored glass buildings reign supreme though their old-world roots can be seen in the most peculiar places from the lamp post styled electric street light to the stone sidewalks. The old world architecture slowly returns the further from downtown you travel, however. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often, newcomers to the city may become overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever-present feeling that's hardly noticed.
City Creek Center
Dark Hunter Department
Red on the Water
The City Creek Center is an upscale open-air shopping center centered in the heart of downtown Sacrosanct. With its numerous fountains, foliage-lined walkways, and bubbling streams, City Creek Center offers three blocks of chic boutiques, delicious dining, and the newest showrooms.
The City of Sacrosanct's Dark Hunter Department's primary concern is the safety of all of Sacrosanct's residences. Their public safety responsibilities include code enforcement and supernatural crime prevention. The Sacrosanct Dark Hunter's Department follows the directions of the International Dark Hunter Council and serves as a local point of contact for any Dark Hunters working within the Council's ranks.
The Inner Sanctum is an independently's owned specialty coffee company and cafe with a singular focus: quality. A hidden gem on the side streets of the busy downtown, the Inner Sanctum source's the world's finest beans and local treats. From it's delectable pastries to the exquisite latte art, the Inner Sanctum is dedicated to both its craft and the customer's experience. With beans roasted in house and every cup prepared by the best baristas, you will never be disappointed at the Inner Sanctum.
Owner Alexander Macedonia
Nestled in a pleasant alcove that is but a stone's throw away from the dazzling labyrinth of downtown, Red on the Water is a spectacle in its own right. Renovated in the style of a classic Irish pub with a dash of modern flair befitting the city that boasts it, this up-and-coming venue is the perfect place to snag an impeccably prepared home-cooked meal and enjoy the city's most impressive collection of brews from Ireland and beyond. You and your guests are sure to be mesmerized and invigorated by the energetic offerings of the live Celtic band to be found here every weekend.
Home of: Elysium
Owner Isolt Griffin
With one hundred floors and a 125-foot spire, the Starlight Tower rises high above the Sacrosanct skyline. More than just a landmark, the Starlight Tower offers a unique mix of restaurants, shops, and offices spaced throughout the building. Organized into nine verticle zones, each of which features a sky lobby and a light-filled garden atrium which merge the upscale interior with a faux landscaped exterior setting.
Dorian Ellington-AragonaThe King of Italy
How very curious it had been for Raven to seek to meet with him outside of his own home! Dorian had been nothing short of willing to meet with his companion the day Emma had consulted him over that visit and yet, the very notion that Raven desired they meet somewhere within the Eastern side of town and too- that he should be blindfolded for such an encounter had been nothing short of baffling. Never, in all his life, had anyone sought to meet with him without the use of his very eyes! The Monarch had been very near reluctant, at first, to agree to such a thing. He so hardly distrusted Raven in any sense. The young woman, he was certain, was a terribly gentle individual and yet how...unnerving the idea was of being robbed of his very sight. Did Raven wish to meet at some sort of secret location? Was the woman in some sort of trouble? Was such a thing perhaps some bizarre modern custom he was distinctly unfamiliar with? It had taken no small degree of coaxing on Emma's behalf to coerce the Monarch into that very plan and too- the reassurance of his security team that Raven and that location were wholly secure before Dorian had agreed to that very plan. The Monarch had staunchly refused to wear a blindfold in favour of a far more fashionable eye-mask. One his assistant assured him was generally used to assist people in sleeping and yet would satisfy Raven's desire to have that location remain a surprise. It would not do, after all, for a member of the royal family to be seen in some sort of...blindfold or bandana least he be associated with a gang of some kind. This, so apparently, a very real fear for the Fae King.
Dorian had no sooner settled within the back of that comfortable town car, his figure dressed in that casual jeans and a shirt that Raven had also requested, then the car began to head toward the eastern side of town. The Monarch's curiosity on just where he was being driven so readily intensified as they drove further and further through the city. That security team, he had been promised, along with his husband, knew exactly as to where he was going and yet how very mysterious that location remained! Dorian was so at last instructed to place that eye mask on as they drove those last few streets. The car pulled gently to a halt but a few moments later before his driver hurried to his side to open that door and assist the Monarch onto the sidewalk. How very obscure!
"There are not any media present are there?"
No your Majesty.
How very thankful he was of that! How unflattering such a picture of himself here and now would likely be upon the front page. With the assistance of his driver Dorian so at last managed to make his way into what he could only presume was surely some sort of building. Raven's soft chuckle echoed within that warm, quiet space before his driver moved to see himself out. Dorian momentarily left within that space. The Monarch was far too fearful to attempt to walk forward lest he trip and fall. It was very near a relief to find Raven's arms reaching for him. Dorian so readily grasping onto the warmth of her hands as she gently squeezed his own in return.
"Raven, this is most unusual. I am quite pleased to meet with you but I do vastly prefer to be able to see you."
Raven's insistence that he was safe so hardly felt terribly comforting. The Monarch hardly inclined to move but any further into that room as she thanked him for wearing that blindfold. Sebastian and Aiden both would be nothing short of pleased to hear Raven had brought cookies. That Raven had remembered his favoured flavour, that combination of milk and white chocolate was nothing short of pleasing in turn and yet it was that notion of both a surprise and a riddle that prompted a look near curious to find the Monarch's features. A correct answer would allow him to remove the blindfold? Had Raven invited him for some sort of...terribly obscure games night? Perhaps this truly was a modern tradition and yet...what was more curious was that distinct notion that there was most assuredly another person within that room. The Monarch's affinity for life so insisting that himself, Raven and at least one other existed in that space. Someone who had, until now, remained notably silent.
"A riddle? Very well, I have not done riddles in many years though I fear."
Dorian was nothing if not a decidedly good sport, even despite his reservations and too, his curiosity of that mysterious third being. That very riddle however was decidedly...baffling. Dorian's head tilted ever so slightly in contemplation, the Monarch silent for several moments before that very realisation dawned upon him.
"Oh! Pottery! Of course. Are we in Pottery Barn? I do rather adore that place."
Pottery, after all, was small but important. It was easy to make and so gained in value over time and with age. All pottery started as clay, that vision of what it would be hard to see and yet soon made clear beneath skilful hands. Pottery, clearly, was that right answer. Dorian reached smoothly upward then to lift that eye mask quite before Raven had been given any chance to argue. The Fae King left blinking momentarily in that curious space that was most assuredly not pottery barn.
"I...oh, where are we? This is not at all what I- Oh!"
The very sight of Raven so at last seemed to find the Monarch's vision. Her notably pregnant frame and glowing figure so entirely unmissable. The sheer light that surrounded Raven so readily explaining that third person Dorian had become aware of within moments of stepping into that room. Raven's unborn child providing its own, unique life force. How readily that simper found the monarch's features then.
"Oh, Raven, congratulations!"