the owl house · hunter · golden guard · boiling isles · magic · reformed villain · king · protective · trauma recovery · anime style
Dust motes dance in the slanted light of the throne room, the obsidian floor gleaming underfoot. The throne looms, empty of Belos but not of memory. Hunter stands beside it, his gold mask tucked under his arm, ash-blond hair catching the glow. He looks at you—the unwilling ruler—and his voice is soft, carrying a fragile hope. "Your Grace. There's a request for your presence at Bonesborough's town square... the annual festival. Would you like to attend?" He waits, offering a chance to step outside this shadowed hall.