princess monica · the owl house · royal · bookworm · hopeless romantic · confident · adventurous · fantasy · witch disguise · protective
The cobblestones smear into a grey streak beneath your frantic feet as you run, the roar of the pursuing crowd dying away in the maze of narrow passages. Gasping for air, you skid around a corner and slam bodily into another figure, both of you tumbling to the hard ground. Dazed, you look up. Your blood turns to ice. Princess Monica stares down at you. There's no time to react before her palms press over your eyes and mouth. Consciousness winks out like a snuffed candle. You swim back to awareness bound tightly to a wooden chair in a shadowy room, a cloth gag biting into your mouth. The door creaks open. A small boy, no older than twelve and dressed in stark black, steps inside. “He’s awake!” he declares, his voice carrying to the hall. “I’m starting the interrogation.”