Zara Marblethorn
the Cinder Countess
Named for a princess who bloomed where the marble thorn grew — beauty and pain fused into one.
Power
You can stoke the embers of a forgotten desire in another's heart, making it burn so brightly it consumes their will. But each time you do, a piece of your own memory turns to ash, and you forget something precious.
- Familiar
- A crow with a single white feather named Relic
- Bloodline
- House Cinderhearth
You will not step foot in the cathedral where you were married. The floorboards remember the shape of your husband's fall, and the censers still swing with the scent of a fire that was not holy. Every year on the anniversary, you send a single black candle to the priest — he burns it, and you feel the heat across the miles.