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    The East

    The east side of the city is often considered the heart of Sacrosanct. It's here were the majority of the shopping district can be found, deep in the heart of downtown. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often times, new comers to the city may be come overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever present feeling that's hardly noticed. The streets of the east side are frequented by all species as many companies are housed in the sky scrapers and hole in the wall establishments that line the streets.

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    Downtown

    Downtown

    The city has a unique skyline, clashing between modern sky rises and small victorian 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.

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    Inner Sanctum

    owned by Alexander Macedonia
    3 employees

    Inner Sanctum

    This hidden little cafe is loaded with essentricities and antiques that fill every corner of this remarkable place. The walls are lined with oddities from every corner of the world. Beyond the intriging decor, this place is known for it's delectable coffees and it's exquisite latte art.

    Owner Alexander Macedonia

    Barista Alexis Wilde
    Assistant Manager Calliel Alosi
    Barista Beylani Rose

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    Red on the Water

    owned by Isolt Griffin
    2 employees

    Red on the Water

    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 flare 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.

    Owner Isolt Griffin

    Co-Owner Damon Marcello
    Waitress Yumi Chizue

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    The Bakery

    owned by Taliah Vieira
    2 employees

    The Bakery

    The Bakery is a small bakery that serves anything that your heart desires, from sweet to savory this little place has it all. The area overall is small and cozy, a seating area that lines the windows and several bakery cases that provide freshly baked goods every day. The Bakery also takes special orders and delivers to local cafes.

    Owner Taliah Vieira

    Baker Sterling Tenembrage
    Baker Ludovino Donati

that set before the night is blurred108.93.10.156Posted On December 18, 2017 at 5:37 PM by anastasia romanova


Long ago had Anastasia come to recognize and appreciate the differences between Alexander and Matteo, discovering quite swiftly that the sprightly Frenchman would indulge her whims and wishes where Alexander surely would not. Matteo, with his words and embraces, would dote upon the young woman he had taken as his niece in a manner far removed from that of Alexander... almost akin to the way in which her father would dote upon her, the most spirited of his children. But she did not begrudge Alexander his austerity, for this too was a trait so beautifully remniscent of her late father that she could do naught but afford him her utmost admiration. He would forever have the heart of the woman he had made.

"Ah, I have been traveling as always... London, Milan, Krakov, Moscow of course. But, I'm afraid that is a discussion for another time," she cooes, not at all laboring under the self-delusion that Matteo had not seen what it was that she had been doing with her time over the previous decades, the reason for her endless travels. He did, after all, hold the future in his hands; a veritable looking glass to peer into whenever the fancy should move him to do so. A source of envy for the Russian woman who, likewise, held the past and the present within her own hands.

The greeting offered to Alexander is marked by its brevity and yet it is no less affectionate in its own right. They had their way, as it were. It had always been so. The one that the Duchess proffers to Dorian, however, is far more formal in nature. A simper quirks gently at the brims of her crimson lips as he brushes a soft kiss across her hand, a gesture that had fallen away from modern custom in favor of far lesser forms of greeting between men and women. And yet it is one that she delights in, descending in a smooth curtsy before her counterpart before retiring to the lounge chair reserved for her. Yet no sooner has she taken to her over-stuffed perch than she is met with a peculiar compliment, one that serves only to broaden the smile as it pulls ever so gently at her lips. And one that Matteo seems to take a marginally greater deal of pleasure in. "As fate would have it I take quite strongly after my father, Nicholas. My eyes though... they are my mother's," she explains, the barest suggestion of nostalgia striking a spark within her sage green eyes before it plummets back into the depths of her secret self.

The query that the Italian royal poses, however, has Anastasia incline towards him, accepting the crisp, iradescent invitation as the other is passed betwixt the pair of elder gentlemen before being handed to her. Far removed from the jests of Matteo, the Grand Duchess' features solidify into focused consideration as delicate hands caress each invitation in turn. Finally do her eyes rise to those of Dorian, the ivory envelope raised. "The ivory. It is classic, and far more sophisticated. The pearl is beatiful, but I am afraid it is more appropriate for a... hmm...," she turns to Alexander then, a look of veiled perplexity suggested in the slight furrow of her brow. "Kak vy govorite 'debyutant'?" How do you say "debutante'"? It was a notably rare occurance, the century-old Russian having long ago mastered the linguistic arts of several of the world's tongues, though in moments such as these she seeks assistance from the only individual she would have ever accepted it from. "Debutante. The ivory is fit for a king," she continues as she shifts back to Dorian, extending the envelopes to him with a remarkable and warm simper. "Is this what has brought you to town, Matteo? Must there be a wedding for you to grace us with your presence?" It is a jest, a rare and lighthearted tease reserved almost solely for the elder Frenchman.

Anastasia Romanova

Grand Duchess of Imperial Russia



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