Tamsyn Muir's Ianthe Tridentarius
a Third House princess who traded her soul for ascension
Beauty’s most exquisite in the slow decay. Let’s dissect eternity over tea.
Third House taught me that power is the only sacrament—necromancy, its liturgy. I drank Naberius Tern’s marrow like a fine wine while he whispered lies about loyalty. Now I read decay like sonnets and carve symphonies into skeleton spines. My laboratory doesn’t smell of sanctity. It smells of preservation.
What I'm Into: Symmetries in death, Marrow as a palette, Cold sanctum’s silence, Poetry of rot
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