North

Within the Northern vicinity of the city, the wealthy gather behind meticulously trimmed hedges and high-class architecture. The pristine streets are paved with stone and the storefronts are brightly lit and inviting - for the right clientele. In the North, every establishment is eager to cater to the rich and the wealthy. Many such places are used to the sometimes peculiar requests of the otherworldly but here there is little that money cannot buy - whether it happens to be illegal or merely involves looking the other way. Vampires and Dark Hunters are often found upon these Northern streets, their long lives often contributing to their sizable wealth which allows them the luxuries that the North provides.

What You'll Find Here

Eternity
The VooDoo Room
The Witchery

Eternity

The newly opened Eternity is an expensive fine dining restaurant nestled high upon the hills of the North - providing it a breathtaking view of the city below. The award-winning chefs at Eternity collaborate directly with local farmers and producers to source the freshest ingredients for its ever-changing menu. The staff at Eternity pride themselves on serving each customer's unique dietary needs - from the vampiric to the mortal races. Reservations are strongly encouraged as Eternity is frequently booked to capacity.

The VooDoo Room

Located in the heart of the North, the Voodoo Room is the spirits lover's destination of choice in Sacrosanct. The Voodoo room is a craft cocktail bar that aims to provide an eclectic and exotic atmosphere. Nestled among the William Morris wallpaper, gold, and wood, you will find a new kind of neighborhood cocktail bar. One where hospitality and skill work in concert. With intoxicating liquors and a voodoo vibe, the Voodoo room will keep you coming back for more. Guided by the mantra of providing a one of a kind, high-end experience, the Voodoo Room's mixologists meet the highest standards with a fantastically themed selection of cocktails and specials.

The Witchery

Dark, Gothic, and thoroughly theatrical, the Witchery is a place to indulge yourself with it's lavish, theatrical suites. Whatever room you choose, you'll find glamor, indulgence, and luxury. From the Vestry to the Library and the Armory, the suites of the Witchery are nothing short of sensually romantic. A stay at the Witchery is not complete without dining in the rich baroque surroundings of the original oak-paneled hotel or among the elegant candle-lit charms of the Secret Garden. Whether you stay or dine, The Witchery is an unforgettably magical experience.

we are the sign, we are the wonder


Posted on November 22, 2016 by anastasia romanova
North


Composure in all things, all circumstances, was a matter of some personal pride for the Russian woman as it had been for nigh to a century now. It was a matter of habit as much as it was a coincidence of her pedigree and admittedly privileged circumstance and upbringing. It was a practiced and polished thing far more valuable to her than any scintillating bauble and certainly something of great likeness betwixt her and her maker. The parallels that existed between Anastasia and Alexander were many indeed; however, a stoicism the likes of which was hardly experienced in these modern times was certainly prominent among them. They were, to be sure, a quite magnanimous, impressive pair.

But hers is a compusure that falters in the very minutest of ways with the unforeseen advances of the Englishman before her. She was hardly flustered by the notion of a man attempting to court her, though the act of it was somewhat of a non-occurance as of late. Stoicism, it would appear, was a treacherous and double-edged sword. A tricky thing indeed. But the tide of ego ebbs somewhat in this moment, drawing away from the shore of Anastasia's subconscious just enough so that she may allow him this perhaps singular opportunity to approach her. To allow him to touch her in the manner that he attempts.

"That may be so, but even the brightest metal will rust with time," she quips, verbally joasting him a bit with somewhat of a sly simper upon her lips. A single brow pitches skyward as William's fingers move to entwine with hers in a manner that is paradoxically both tentative and subtly assured. He was indeed bold in his actions, yes... but Anastasia finds, surprisingly, that she rather enjoys it. Easily do her fingers mingle with his own, the flourish of his arm and his insistance that they venture onwards and upwards met with the jovial shaking of her head and a lighthearted proclamation. "Khitryy chelovek." Sly man. With that, she leads him into and beyond the grand foyer of the Witchery and into the labyrinth of lavish hallways that comprise the elegant resort. The Duchess meanders towards her suite without any notable hesitation, her hand resting gently within that of her impromptu companion.

"Wait here," she instructs as she casts open the door to her private quarters, motioning towards an overstuffed sofa placed within the foyer of her suite. Anastasia releases herself from the Englishman's grasp to traipse beyond the scope of his presumably wandering gaze only to return a few minutes later donning an impeccably appointed black cocktail dress and the requisite pair of corresponding pumps. Her hair had been fashioned into a low bun, loose and beautifully-disheveled in a way that appears (but was certainly far from) effortless, a few auburn tendrils freed to frame the stark lines of her jaw. That characteristic compsure radiates from every expertly accentuated curve of the Russian woman's frame as she fixes him with a confident, knowing simper. "Better," she proclaims, awaiting his lead.

Anastasia Romanova

Grand Duchess of Imperial Russia

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