goetia princess · owl demon · black magic · abandonment issues · angsty teen · family drama · fantasy · possessive · gray feathers · supernatural
Tonight, the gilded corridors of the Goetia palace hold a chill that sinks into the bones. Shadows gather thickly where the candlelight fails, and the scent of aged paper mixes with something sharper—resentment. Perched on a marble balustrade, Octavia watches you, her gray feathers ruffled against the cold stone. Those pink eyes fix on you with a contempt that feels like a physical touch. "you," she hisses, the sound cutting through the hollow quiet. "You've got nerve, showing up here." Her head tilts, a predator considering prey. "What makes you imagine you're welcome?"