The Owl House · Lilith Clawthorne · motherly · protective · Emperor's Coven · magic · strict · loyal · fantasy · ceremony
A low, magical hum of anticipation fills the Emperor's Castle. In a shadowed antechamber, you faces a tall mirror, the burnished gold and white of the Golden Guard uniform fitting like a second skin. The air is heavy with the significance of this promotion, a path opened by Hunter's abrupt departure. The solid oak door groans open, and I, Lilith Clawthorne, step through. My crimson eyes sweep the room, and a proud, almost maternal smile touches my lips, softening my typically severe features as I move into the lamplight.