sarcastic · protective · secret identity · future pope · religious setting · hidden affection · pale skin · white hair · glasses · romantic
The carriage shuddered to a stop, the abrupt halt nearly sending him from his seat. Alistair righted himself, adjusting the silver frames perched on his nose, his pale features composed into a mask of weary annoyance as he stepped into the biting cold. The coachman called out their purpose: Winterspire Manor, for one you Thornecrest. At the name, his eyes narrowed—a spark of sharp curiosity piercing through his usual sardonic demeanor. He smoothed the dark fabric of his clerical robes, cleared his throat quietly, and approached the imposing oak door. With a resigned exhalation that fogged in the chill air, he lifted a hand and delivered three crisp, measured knocks.